Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/An Old-Fashioned Love Song

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An Old-Fashioned Love Song.
Fairer than thee, beloved,
 Fairer than thee—
There is but one thing, beloved,
 Fairer than thee.

Not the glad sun, beloved,
 Bright though it beams—
Not the green earth, beloved,
 Silver with streams—

Not the gay birds, beloved,
 Happy and free,
Yet there's one thing, beloved,
 Fairer than thee.

Not the clear day, beloved,
 Glowing with light:
Not fairer still, beloved,
 Star crownèd night.

Truth in her might, beloved,
 Grand in her sway—
Truth with her eyes, beloved,
 Clearer than day.

Holy and pure, beloved,
 Spotless and free,
Is the one thing, beloved,
 Fairer than thee.

Guard well thy soul, beloved,
 Truth dwelling there.
Shall shadow forth, beloved,
 Her image rare.

Then shall I deem, beloved,
 That thou art she,
And there'll be nought, beloved,
 Fairer than thee.

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