Why do I love thee? Shall my answer run: Because that thou hast beauty, noble place, Because of some sweet glamour in thy face, And eyes that shame the clear light of the sun?
Shall I exclaim upon thy snow-white hands, Challenge the world to show a gentler mien, Call down the seraphs to attest, the sheen Upon thy brow is borrowed from their lands?
Shall I trace out a map of all thy worth, Parcel thy virtues, say, “For this and this I learned to love her; here new charms had birth;
I in this territory caught a bliss”? Shall I make inventory of thy grace, And crowd the total into common space?