Beauty beauty lacks, that looks not like you…

Beauty beauty lacks, that looks not like you,

As contraptions cross themselves that please not their author’s view;

Such enchantment you’ve, to make toys of edicts, might weak,

Kings slaves, Sovereigns churls; and all brawny bonds of oath freely break!

Rhymes be the variecolour’d plumes on wings of poesie,

Which bird, taking wing to upper spheres, richly paints all the sky:

So you, queener than Dido, set the gilt crown on Beauty’s head,

Like coronators divine at will change kings in their stead!

O what turret might men upraise to keep charming women out,

Whose soft grace empales ferrous gates, and effectuate swift rout?!

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Haply sentenc’d to a lifetime of labour,

Impute I sleep my bail, and rich-giving favour;

For, lo, poor jailbird I, all riches I accrue,

Gathereth up in dreams, and o’erteems with you:

As one stray’d between worlds twain, wake and sleep,

Like Orpheus ‘pon voyage for Euridices

Through flaming netherlife, as ‘twere he himself did decease;

Trowing fortune as he press’d, braving each slip:

Gaging life for prize, prize more worth than life,

To die rather than not refund with his ‘steemed wife!

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All my heavy traversing headeth due you (youward),

Whose path, submit I, like Glory’s, proves passing hard!




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By Sydney Chesterfield on June 6, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry, Trends

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