The Eighth Sin/All Lovely Things
ALL LOVELY THINGS.
All lovely things conspire to greetMy lady: daisies at her feet Sprang white and wistfully implored Her plucking; and with one accordThe sunsets for her smile compete.
The stars, in many a silver fleet,Set sail each night in hopes to meet Her eyes, that graciously reward All lovely things.
All gay and gentle thoughts entreatHer favour and approval sweet All sorrow, when to her outpoured, Is by her sympathy restored:She finishes and makes complete All lovely things.