Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair, <br />There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare <br />As thine, nor dreamer has ever dreamed the loveliness you wear. <br />There's a gleam in your golden tress, Lieb! a light in your melting eye! <br />There is witchery in your smile, Lieb! and a magic in your sigh <br />That may lure the strong ones to your shrine to worship and - to die. <br />And I - when you whispered softly, Lleb - perchance would have worshipped, too, <br />Had bowed to the spell of your beauty-an' it were not that I knew <br />The Devil had wrought his masterpiece what time he fashioned you.<br /><br />Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-masterpiece/
