GOD made my lady lovely to behold, -- Above the painter's dream he set her face, And wrought her body in divinest grace; He touch'd the brown hair with a sense of gold; And in the perfect form He did enfold What was alone as perfect, the sweet heart; Knowledge most rare to her He did impart; And fill'd with love and worship all her days. And then God thought Him how it would be well To give her music; and to Love He said, "Bring thou some minstrel now that he may tell How fair and sweet a thing My hands have made." Then at Love's call I came, bow'd down my head, And at His will my lyre grew audible. |