Alas! Beauty Queen

Brittle fairy queen of beaut Whence thine grace will crush Citywalls And howbeit When thy stride beholds The dust-laden grounds, They pave to adore your sacred feet As though thine eyes that pierce thro' souls And with thy smiles; the pillars of ardour... But beware that pride enwine not thy heart Hence despise the eyes that behold thy sight. Mourn slightly and succomb To words that pierce thine ears. For your beauty be in the roses, Strewn on meadows, Filled with grace and splendour Yet steadily fading In the moulding hands of time.