‘Tis perfection
conceivable;
unbelievable
you commission
connoisseur
you perceive;
you surmount
siren saintliness.
If you wellborn
woman were;
you hath harboured
no hatefulness,
grace kindness
guide all your ways.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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