Lost, Yet Found

Sweet mortal of her finest age,
Formed of finest shape-
A harmony, a goddess boasts
Beneath the veil and cape.

Fairest yet of face and flesh
Does grace on simple tongue,
Entangles unread passions,
(the wisest men are young).

Hands and hands, be handy,
They scarcely gift of price.
Like sand to pearl, come beauty sheen,
No finish would suffice.