Love & Beauty

Love and beauty, those sacred blessings,
I have loved their most Celestial heights,
Like a gift and trophy to my blessed life,
And met a goddess lofty and pure,
The paragon of all perfection’s nature bestows.
Where the loveliest dwellings of our pastoral empire,
Where the Larks jocund minstrelsy,
And the Nightingales Celebrant treble,
Like the pearl multitudes of the stars,
Or Apollo’s throne upon the Auroras,
Collaborate like the portents of supremist felicity.
These lush bastions of ageless Floras,
and our youthful visages at full meridian,
Where time writes no wrinkle or decay,
Her heavenly fragrance is so profound,
That once borne by the couriers of the muse,
Will fill with incense all the centuries.
Therefore I am most blessed and fortunate,
That I depend not on a fictitious paradise,
but it is incarnated in my mortal day