BEAUTY clear and fair, <br /> Where the air <br />Rather like a perfume dwells; <br /> Where the violet and the rose <br /> Their blue veins and blush disclose, <br />And come to honour nothing else: <br /> <br /> Where to live near <br /> And planted there <br />Is to live, and still live new; <br /> Where to gain a favour is <br /> More than light, perpetual bliss-- <br />Make me live by serving you! <br /> <br />Dear, again back recall <br /> To this light, <br />A stranger to himself and all! <br /> Both the wonder and the story <br /> Shall be yours, and eke the glory; <br />I am your servant, and your thrall.<br /><br />John Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-clear-and-fair/
