Alas, She Is So Fair Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Alas, She Is So Fair



Alas, she is so fair and unique, yet modest, being not moved
To scorn the sworn declaration,
That I in her have found to be so rare and so loved
Yet I am plagued; is she true or is she is my fancy's own creation.

Imagination needs are our craving consume; they stir the soul;
Dear my maid, this truth I believe,
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find so little to comprehend and to perceive

By what miracle nature made her so royal and fit
To feed my heart's devotion; my heart throbbing emotions
By sublime laws to which all forms of nature submit
In sky, in air, in earth, and in the vast blue ocean.

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