II.— GENOA

Again the same strange might of eyes, that saw

In heaven and earth nought fairer, overcame

My sight with rapture of reiterate awe,

Again the same.

The self-same pulse of wonder shook like flame

The spirit of sense within me: what strange law

Had bid this be, for blessing or for blame?

To what veiled end that fate or chance foresaw

Came forth this second sister face, that came

Absolute, perfect, fair without a flaw,

Again the same?