To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,
As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;
Love was not felt till noble heart beat high,
Nor before love the noble heart was made.
       &nbsp Soon as the sun's broad flame
Was formed, so soon the clear light filled the air;
       &nbsp Yet was not till he came:
So love springs up in noble breasts, and there
       &nbsp Has its appointed space,
As heat in the bright flames finds its allotted place.
Kindles in noble heart the fire of love,
As hidden virtue in the precious stone:
This virtue comes not from the stars above,
Till round it the ennobling sun has shone;
       &nbsp But when his powerful blaze
Has drawn forth what was vile, the stars impart
       &nbsp Strange virtue in their rays;
And thus when Nature doth create the heart
       &nbsp Noble and pure and high,
Like virtue from the star, love comes from woman's eye.