Damask rose

Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light
How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of night
and how fair your lowly crimson head
Is with gallantry and passion fed.
 
In Midnight-oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty be;
Oh damask rose in flaming clothes
What more beauty could there be...
 
But in man's hand a maiden fair
with hazelnut brown hair
And roving limbs that exult in hymns
The answer to a prayer...