The Gentle Lady
|The Gentle Lady
written by John Masefield
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So beautiful, so dainty-sweet,
So like a lyre's delightful touch -
A beauty perfect, ripe, complete
That art's own hand could only smutch
And nature's self not better much.
So beautiful, so purely wrought,
Like a fair missal penned with hymns,
So gentle, so surpassing thought -
A beauteous soul in lovely limbs,
A lantern that an angel trims.
So simple-sweet, without a sin,
Like gentle music gently timed,
Like rhyme-words coming aptly in,
To round a moonéd poem rhymed
To tunes the laughing bells have chimed.
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