She Is Fairer Than.. Poem by William Blackman

I am wondering with my soul prepared
feeling the off and on breeze within
the springtime glare. I have met in
my time a woman more fair-fairer than
the bending green of brooks, rare is
her beauty never misunderstood. Fairer
than the mist over hills and mountains.
Fairer than sunshine on water when it sparkles.
Fairer than the sound of birds calling, mating.
Fairer than the rapture of rivers running full force.
Fairer than trees with leaves of gold.
Fairer inside those dark brown eyes.
Fairer than raindrops falling from rooftops.
Fairer than a breathing bed of flowers.
Fairer than the most enchanting pools of the jungle.
Fairer than the dragon flares of the night.
Fairer than the sky in a radiant blue.
Fairer in heart than I could have ever imagined.