Ladies Fair

Ladies fair, Oh, what are we
Fond or foolish or unwise?
That it is our lot to be
Made more lovely by men's eyes.

If our looks can shine more bright
It shall be at our own whim.
Let us dwell in native light
Without any thought of Him-

O my dears, we may not so!
Beauty comes not by desire!
But how soon we feel it grow
If they see us and admire.

When our souls in time Of flower
Needs must blossom or repine,
They can wake us in an hour!
If they love us, how we shine!

Suddenly we bold our breath
While the trembling beauty grows.
We can feel it underneath,
And the sunshine lifts the rose!

Though we love you not, forbear!
Be not vexed that heard but nay!
Since your love has kept us fair
As the earth is with the day.

And our souls are robed with dew
In the old and vernal dress,
And we shine and are made new
With your love of loveliness.

Ladies Fair, oh, what are we?
Fond or foolish or unwise?
Still it is our lot to be
Made more lovely by men's eyes I