Damask Rose Poem by Mark Heathcote

Damask rose, how fair your beauty holds the light.
How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night.
And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head-
Is with gallantry and passions fed?

With midnight oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty, there is or be
Oh, damask rose in flaming clothes
what more beauty could there be?

But in man's hand, a maiden fair
With hazelnut brown hair
And roving hands - limbs that exult in hymns;
The answer to a prayer.


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Damask rose

Damask rose how-fair-your beauty holds the light
How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night.
And how fair your lowly crimson-head
Is with gallantry and passion fed.

In Midnight-oils in sunlit soils
Not a fairer beauty be
Oh, damask rose in flaming clothes
What more beauty could there be?

But in man's hand a maiden fair
with hazelnut brown hair
And roving limbs that exult like hymns
The answer to a prayer.

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Damask rose, how-fair-your beauty holds the light.
How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night.
And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head-
is with gallantry and passions fed?

With midnight oils in sunlit soils
not a fairer beauty could there be
oh, damask rose in flaming clothes
what more beauty could there be?

But in man's hand, a maiden fair
with hazelnut brown hair
and roving hands - limbs that exult in hymns;
the answer to a prayer.