|Title:||Ode To A Nymph|
SHE beams with joy, like one in love|
with love itself and all thatís lush;
and when the mythic gods above
unloose her from the morning's blush,
she alights like the milk-white dove
with the notes of a warbling thrush.
With gilded locks, like flax most fair,
and liquid, limpid eyes of blue,
none is like her or can compare
to her visage and brilliant hue
which give light to the souls who dare
petition for her glist'ning dew.
Thus pre-ordained as Nymph and muse
by Artemis as if a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
or with mean words destroy or taint,
so let all Creatures freely choose
to worship her without constraint....