Fairest skin, eyes so pure
But what then be they for
Lips smooth and radiant hair
Beauty then lieth there
No smile, only but a stare
Joy resides elsewhere
Perfect features not known
But never cold, not alone
A greater beauty, judgment's graph
In they who would eagerly laugh
With the next acquaintance met
Do they laugh or do they fret
Beauty wished for all to possess
Giving still greater happiness