Sonnet Clxxxix:

Another picture of my Love I have, Painted in colors that will never fade- The rosy glow, deep eyes and lustrous braid, The scarlet lips, about whose sweets I rave- All these are mirrored, as though fancy gave My heart a rival for the living maid Within my mind--a gracious, airy shade That feigns to be the beauty whom I crave. But this fair image has its proper life; 'Tis no mere specter of the limner's art; It moves and speaks, and acts a vital part; It bears the olive through my daily strife-- That paltry war, whose social lusts are rife-- It warbles nightly to my wounded heart.