Who says that fictions only and false hair <br />Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? <br />Is all good structure in a winding stair? <br />May no lines pass, except they do their duty <br />Not to a true, but painted chair? <br /> <br />Is it no verse, except enchanted groves <br />And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun lines? <br />Must purling streams refresh a lover's loves? <br />Must all be veiled, while he that reads divines, <br />Catching the sense at two removes? <br /> <br />Shepherds are honest people: let them sing: <br />Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime: <br />I envy no man's nightingale or spring; <br />Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, <br />Who plainly say, My God, My King.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jordan/
