Wallace Bruce - Ferdinand to Miranda lyrics

Miranda mine, thy beauty is more rare Than May-day flowers that deck the meadows green; Thy lips are sweeter than the lily fair Plucked fresh at dawn from out the glittering sheen; The mantling color of thy cheek's bright hue Makes pale and shames the blood of damask-rose; Thine eye preserves the violet's pensive blue, Which, born of light, with Heaven's own color glows; Thy neck, full sweet, seems like a flowery lane, Or garden pathway, to thy gentle breast, Where love, that knows not pa**ion's earthly stain, Has dwelt alone and wished no other guest. Here Eden's flowers retain the morning dew, And sweeter seem united all in you.