Look in the mirror and tell your lovely face
now is the time that face should form another;
whose pretty softness, pen it in one place
and you beguile the world, un-bless some lover.
For who is he so proud who could resist
the soul-brilliance your eyes?
and where is he so fair that wouldn’t Be there
when you unfold the pennies of your prize?
Bring out that berried child into the lanes
that now within your glances makes its hide
So gem the fhills with flower, strew the plains,
and further brilliance wracked on every tide.
Your hearth a fane of love and laughing peace
whose songs continue when all time must cease.