Her glorious beauty sheds a brilliant ray
On darkest night and dims the brightest day.

Guilhem of Cabestaing:

God has created her without a blemish
Of His own beauty.

Gaucelm Faidit:

The beauty which is God Himself
He poured into a single being.

And Montanhagol, anticipating Dante:

Wherefore I tell you, and my words are true,
From heaven came her beauty, rare and tender,
Her loveliness was wrought in Paradise,
Men's dazzled eyes can scarce support her splendour.

Folquet of Romans:

When I behold her beauty rare,
I'm so confused and startled by her worth,
I ween I am no longer on this earth.

A canzone which has been attributed to Cavalcanti, Cino da Pistoia and
Dante, reads as follows:

My lady comes and ev'ry lip is silent;
So perfect is her beauty's high estate
That mortal spirit swoons and falls prostrate
Before her glory. And she is so noble:
If I uplift to her my inward eye,
My soul is startled as if death were nigh.

Cavalcanti says:

Round you are flowers, is the tender green,
The sun is not as bright as your dear face,
All nature in her glorious summer-sheen
Has not so fair and beautiful a place,
It pales beside you. Earth has never seen
A thing so full of loveliness and grace.

The perfection which the mere presence of the beloved was supposed to
bestow on the lover, is here conceived more broadly and freely; not only
the lover, but all men are touched and transfigured by her appearance.
The sentiment of the lover aspired to become objective truth. This was
an important stage on the road from the spiritual to the deifying love,
which I have called metaphysical eroticism. Another rung of the ladder
of evolution had been climbed--the mistress had become queen of the
world and goddess, a being enthroned by the side of God. I will again
quote Guinicelli:

Ever as she walks she has a sober grace,
Making bold men abashed and good men glad,
If she delight thee not, thy heart must err,
No man dare look on her, his thoughts being base;
Nay, let me say even more than I have said,
No man could think base thoughts who looked on her.

(D.G. ROSSETTI.)

The same poet in his canzone, _Al Cor Gentil_ says:

"She shines on us as God shines on His angels."

When madonna dies the angels receive her