O immense chaos whence each forms his world!
Where difference lovely suits distinctive minds:
How hideous others’ landskips were, unfurled;
Fancy guides all, enlightens, or else blinds:
Yet, at my idol’s shrine, I’d fain believe
The pride of each were quick constrain’d to pray,
Could I but e’er impart, that I receive
From the mind imaged in thy beauty’s ray:
But, founder’d in my bliss, I helpless lie,
Like Phrygia’s king, incompetent in wealth;
When I behold thee, laden thought would die;
And seeing not, I picture thee, by stealth:
It wants thy equal, to report thy praise,
Let such fill up the inkling in these lays.