This poem was first published in Songs in Wiltshire in 1909, and also appeared in Selected Poems.
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Teach me this happiness; to know
One bloom, one beauty, and one grace;
Creation's image, Nature's bow;
   A woman's face.

Earth harbours many treasures, gold,
Pearl, rubies, emeralds; and yet
One feature of the perfect mould
   Would pay the debt.

Nature, excelling as she goes
In art, nor deeming aught amiss,
First tried conclusions with the rose,
   Then gave us this.

In which perfections meet, as hue,
All sweetness, full and unexprest;
Then, wanting further means, withdrew
   And dreamt the rest.


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