Serenade to Beauty

Thy beauty can rival Venus’s own
Thou art as beauteous as morning rays
Thy blue eyes deep and bright as stars, alone
Caught in the fathomless ocean of space
Thy skin as soft and white as ivory
Thy lip as tender as the moonbeams, bright
Which kiss the mellow, gently flowing sea
A cobalt shade in the star-laden night
As bright art thou as the bright, blazing dawn
And as mellow and fair as Spring blossom
Thine hair, streams of molten gold fall upon
Like gold cascades, thy soft, gentle bosom
There’s no beauty as fair as thou now art
Gorgeous in mind, in soul, in look, at hear