In what bright realm, what sphere of radiant thought A
Did Nature find the model whence she drew B
That delicate dazzling image where we view B
Here on this earth what she in heaven wrought? A
What fountain-haunting nymph, what dryad, sought A
In groves, such golden tresses ever threw B
Upon the gust? What heart such virtues knew?— B
Though her chief virtue with my death is frought. A
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He looks in vain for heavenly beauty, he C
Who never looked upon her perfect eyes, D
The vivid blue orbs turning brilliantly – C
He does not know how Love yields and denies; D
He only knows, who knows how sweetly she C
Can talk and laugh, the sweetness of her sighs. D

1) yes, there are a few, for example “in groves, such as golden tresses ever threw”.
2) its a love poem.
4)you are beuatifull
I love you for what you are
Noone is perfect