Beautiful, beautiful,
She is beautiful.
Moon-crowned,
Lily-clothed,
A face of royalty,
That Roman-like strength
Of an unrivaled smile.
Maiden, fair, dark like woods,
Sun-like radiance
Of angel dances.
Jet black hair like
Moonless skies,
And eyes like onyx,
As soft as oceans.
Matchless face,
Wrought with grace,
Elegance of queens,
Power of seas,
Tranquility of birth.
Unpolluted earth
Is yet no match.
Steps like does
'Midst broken beings,
Ents and dwarves,
Peasants; kings.
To who is all such
Beauty bestowed?
Save to thee, carnation bloom.
Oh, beautiful one,
Charm of royalty,
Transcending all,
Pinnacle of glory,
All that is good.
To thee this lay,
Oh thou, fair queen.
“Paullula” was printed in Harvest Time, No. 5 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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