One has seen no beauty more
Than eyes have seen today
All perfect in nature’s store
So complete in every way
Move not, pray, stifle rush
As all will turn to blush
Those exquisite perfect lines
So ample fullness breast
No sweeter ever made wine
Could bear such fruitfulness
What could make a sinner true
Say to have seen you
Such flawless contoured form
Every sinew of thy frame
Society droops, stoops to norm
Of who of what thy name
Say passion is a fleeting thing
Oh! What passion you would bring
True litheness off all movement
Glowing sheen of supple skin
Wherever could be improvement
To try would be a sin
A look into those eyes, be kissed
Fade all memory of others missed
Your movement is in natures dance
Those eyes those lips that face
Hold minions in perpetual trance
Who could ever win such race
Ah! But to dream as dreamers do
Beneath closed eyes be with you
To have seen such beauty rare
In memory is all reward
Eyes only closed to stare
Dreams to savour dreams to horde
For one minute be held by you
Would conquer every lifetime every shade and hue |  |
