Sonnet Ccxv:

CCXV Even as the level sunlight glorifies A musky vapor, born of dust and mist, Turning its motes to lucent amethyst, Shot with the milky opal's trembling dyes; Such was the change the dawning of your eyes Wrought on a nature earthy, sluggish, trist, When with divinest charity you kissed To radiant life a thing you might despise. And men who wonder at the novel view-- The glow, the color and the vital stir-- Give to effect the cause's proper due; But I, who justly part the false and true-- Ah, I have grown a mere idolater, And seeking light to worship, worship you!