Beau Ideal

Nectared graces overwhelming must Underline your pulse-halting charms; Utopian opal spelt by honeyed terms, Resistless pearl cased in mortal dust. Fair-miened nymphs kings did melt; But such sly vixens, like old Phoenix Acing artful Death's ambrosial tricks, Would find your rig a conundrum yet. Dead fancy's fairy in gowns of wool, Would vote this trim flawless figure Finer than fiction's gildings meager; Nature’s art unsullied by apish tool. Nor would pageant-lauded beauties, Though posh their foppish styles be; With roses laureled in limitless glee, Dim this time's own queen of cuties. Where lurks this sure paragon high, Beauty-capped acme of poets' tales; Yet glamorous and unbeaten in vales Of breath and death where jewels lie?