Gentle lady come with me,
Life’s a fragile flower sure.
Yonder lies eternity,
Beauty’s kiss will not endure.
Lovers, poets, prophets, kings
Cannot keep what beauty brings.

Perfumed blossoms that I see.
Winsome charms that oft allure,
Pale in the poignancy
That your angel form may stir.
To my soul your image clings
Tied in place with magic strings.

If imprisoned I may be
Or afflicted without cure,
When my thoughts are turned to thee
All my pain my passions blur.
Then my heart all beauty sings
And my spirit soars on wings.

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