Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard

by John Keats

    Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
    For more adornment a full thousand years;
    She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
    And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers:
    Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
    And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes
    With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
    Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs.
    When from the Heavens I saw her first descend
    My heart took fire, and only burning pains
    They were my pleasures, they my Life's sad end;
    Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins.