LADIES FAIR, Oh, what are we Fond or foolish or unwise? That it is our lot to be Made more lovely by men's eyes. If our looks can shine more bright It shall be at our own whim. Let us dwell in native light Without any thought of Him- O my dears, we may not so! Beauty comes not by desire! But how soon we feel it grow If they see us and admire. When our souls in time Of flower Needs must blossom or repine, They can wake us in an hour! If they love us, how we shine! Suddenly we bold our breath While the trembling beauty grows. We can feel it underneath, And the sunshine lifts the rose! Though we love you not, forbear! Be not vexed that heard but nay! Since your love has kept us fair As the earth is with the day. And our souls are robed with dew In the old and vernal dress, And we shine and are made new With your love of loveliness. Ladies Fair, oh, what are we? Fond or foolish or unwise? Still it is our lot to be Made more lovely by men's eyes I |