Sonnet 25

The firmament above this crooked crust Came down below to view my work of art Ether engaged sacred sunbeams to thrust Upon her face, the beauty of thine heart Now it is that thy face, an Angel's mask Which brought the heavens to our earthly floor Her likeness questioned cherubim to ask Wherefore art thou lost Angel ye adore? Like water did the skies return above And I in awe assumed I aged in air But missing were the paintings of my love The only treasures of our brief affair As with the sun, to art is light and life And of this art, 'twas she, an Angel's wife!