To an Unknown Lady.

The accomplished Raphael, he, whom prevalent Grace1
Largely endued, with certain power to scan,2
And know, the various worlds of God, and man,3
That he, from art, all error might erase,4
Beheld thee. Yea, within this very place,5
This Umbrian valley, thou, perchance while ran6
Thoughtless the moments by, didst raise those wan,7
Deep, folded lids upon him, face to face.8
Thou dost forget : but still in memory, he9
Holds the calm features, whence, to daily flower10
Breaks, from his pencil, as from Aaron’s rod,11
The secular image, which abides with thee12
In many a secret, and devoted hour,13
The face of Mary, mother of thy God.14