Acrostic. (Number 4) Poem by Ephelia

Rarest of Virgins, in whose Breast and Eyes,
A11 that is Virtuous and Lovely lies:
Could I describe but half thy Excellence,
How would the Gods with speed Bodies condense!
Eternity for Thee they would despise,
Leave their Divine Abodes, new Shapes devise,
Lovelier than that which
Danaë
(1) did surprise.
Proud if in any Form they thee could please,
Or give to their Immortal Cares some ease;
When us, poor Mortals, with your Sight you bless,
None can find words their wonder to express;
Enamoring and dazzling with your Sight,
You prove at once our Torture and Delight.