The Queen of Beauty

The Queen of beauty sits upon her throne;
She is more rich than gold or precious stone.
Her face replaces sun and star and moon,
And e’en her hidden thigh makes wand’rers swoon.
Her eyes look out with luster none can find
Who seeks for perfect jewels in deepest mine.
So sure is she of what her virtue shows
That Beauty, Goodness, vie like rose ‘gainst rose.
We see a soul and body sit so fair
That door and wall and floor are nothing there.
She might be on a mount or some rare height,
Where everything is owned by her by right,
As she owns us, who bow and bend the knee
To Queen of Human Beauty and the free!

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