Some Men I Have Beheld With Wonderment, Noble In Form And Feature, God'S Design, In Whom The Thought Must Search, As In A Mine, For That Live Soul Of Theirs, By Which They Went Thus Walking On The Earth. And I Have Bent Frequent Regard On Women, Who Gave Sign That God Willed Beauty, When He Drew The Line That Shaped Each Float And Fold Of Beauty'S Tent; But The Soul, Drawing Up In Little Space, Thus Left The Form All Staring, Self-Dismayed, A Vacant Sign Of What Might Be The Grace If Mind Swelled Up, And Filled The Plan Displayed: Each Curve And Shade Of Thy Pure Form Were Thine, Thy Very Hair Replete With The Divine.