In Beauty There Is Joy

In beauty there is joy for ever
 That fadeth not and never will
It changeth not to sorrow never
 Its smiles are balm for every ill
It burns in love from its own bosom
 Yet never melts those hills of snow
The leaves of love for ever blossom
 Its roses never cease to blow

2

To me she is the sovreign queen
 The worship of my every hour
Beauty wi love is ever seen
 Mid flowers growing in the bower
Come forth sweet Rachel wi the spring
 Come forth my love and happy be
For thou art beauty's lovely thing
 And I am deep in love with thee

3

The pilewort blazes in the grass
 The daiseys silver oer the lea
Rachel come forth my lovely lass
 And we will both so happy be
Come where the Linnet builds her nest
 Where green leaves deck once naked tree
And thou shalt lean upon my breast
 Ill happy kisses give to thee
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.