Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind
Sonnet I

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © February 1990)
 

Who would select for beauty her array?
She dons such varied aspects, passing known
And unknown, though like faculties essay
The watch and gaudier gowns name her their own.
She is not vain.  Indeed, to modest dress
She best imparts her grace and glorifies
The humblest trait over mere comeliness,
Enrapturing those who look with loving eyes.
Why wonder then to find my adoration
Undaunted, be your head held high or low?
Love has with pride no common generation
And sees the beauty pride can never know.
       When mortal gowns have faded, frayed, and failed,
       It will but be how beauty is unveiled. 

       

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