BEAUTY clear and fair, 
   Where the air 
Rather like a perfume dwells; 
   Where the violet and the rose 
   Their blue veins and blush disclose, 
And come to honour nothing else: 

   Where to live near 
   And planted there 
Is to live, and still live new; 
   Where to gain a favour is 
   More than light, perpetual bliss-- 
Make me live by serving you! 

Dear, again back recall 
   To this light, 
A stranger to himself and all! 
   Both the wonder and the story 
   Shall be yours, and eke the glory; 
I am your servant, and your thrall.