Damask Rose

Damask rose, how fair your beauty holds the light. How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night. And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head- Is with gallantry and passions fed? With midnight oils in sunlit soils Not a fairer beauty, there is or be Oh, damask rose in flaming clothes what more beauty could there be? But in man's hand, a maiden fair With hazelnut brown hair And roving hands - limbs that exult in hymns; The answer to a prayer. ~original~ Damask rose Damask rose how-fair-your beauty holds the light How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night. And how fair your lowly crimson-head Is with gallantry and passion fed. In Midnight-oils in sunlit soils Not a fairer beauty be Oh, damask rose in flaming clothes What more beauty could there be? But in man's hand a maiden fair with hazelnut brown hair And roving limbs that exult like hymns The answer to a prayer. / Damask rose, how-fair-your beauty holds the light. How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night. And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head- is with gallantry and passions fed? With midnight oils in sunlit soils not a fairer beauty could there be oh, damask rose in flaming clothes what more beauty could there be? But in man's hand, a maiden fair with hazelnut brown hair and roving hands - limbs that exult in hymns; the answer to a prayer.