What shall I compare her?

TO what shall I compare her,
That is as fair as she?
For she is fairer--fairer
Than the sea.
What shall be likened to her,
The sainted of my youth?
For she is truer--truer
Than the truth.

As the stars are from the sleeper,
Her heart is hid from me;
For she is deeper--deeper
Than the sea.
Yet in my dreams I view her
Flush rosy with new ruth--
Dreams! Ah, may these prove truer
Than the truth.