Threads of Grey and Gold — She Is Not Fair

She Is Not Fair She is not fair to other eyes-- No poet's dream is she, Nor artist's inspiration, yet I would not have her be.

She wanders not through princely halls, A crown upon her hair;

Her heart awaits a single king Because she is not fair.

Dear lips, your half-shy tenderness Seems far too much to win!

Yet, has your heart a tiny door Where I may peep within?

That voiceless chamber, dim and sweet, I pray may be my own.

Dear little Love, may I come in And make you mine alone?