INVOCATION
O Beauty! If you ever hear
The rhymed halloo and lyric cheer
Of those that cry to you in verse,
Or marry you for ill or worse
In paint and canvas, clay and stone,
Or walk with God and you alone
In their own hearts (where their own pleasure
Can jog you both to any measure),
O Beauty! If you've ever heard
One chantey, jig or clinking word
That men have said or sung about you,
Then hear these sentences I shout you:
You fraud! You showman! puffer! gilder!
Adept in trappings to bewilder!
You window-dresser of that store
Where all that's sold was sold before!
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