Immortal Duty

The world I scorn, I must perform my one immortal duty,
To write of you and ever bear due witness to your beauty.
There is no rose that can disclose the charm which you possess,    
No plant that blooms is such a boon, or has your loveliness.        
No artist drew, no lover knew, a figure such as yours,
Nobody born has had a form so free of faults or flaws.  
No earthly view approaches you, your grandness is complete,
No daffodils, nor fields or hills, are able to compete.
The dawn of day cannot convey a semblance of your grace,
No sunrise can do better than the beauty of your face.  
More than each star your features are a heavenly display.  
Unlike the flowers which by the hour will droop and pass away,
And unlike suns which soon become extinguished by the night,  
Your beauty will forever fill the universe with light.