When I behold a forest spread <br />With silken trees upon thy head; <br />And when I see that other dress <br />Of flowers set in comeliness; <br />When I behold another grace <br />In the ascent of curious lace, <br />Which, like a pinnacle, doth shew <br />The top, and the top-gallant too; <br />Then, when I see thy tresses bound <br />Into an oval, square, or round, <br />And knit in knots far more than I. <br />Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie; <br />Next, when those lawny films I see <br />Play with a wild civility; <br />And all those airy silks to flow, <br />Alluring me, and tempting so-- <br />I must confess, mine eye and heart <br />Dotes less on nature than on art.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-above-nature-to-julia/
