"Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine, "Meet you her my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye called my absent kisses. "I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glistening shoe-ty. "Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan. "More than the spoil Of shop, or silkworm's toil, Or a bought blush, or a set smile. "A face that's best By its own beauty drest, And can alone command the rest. "A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white hand sets ope. "A cheek where youth And blood, with pen of truth, Write what the reader sweetly rueth. "A cheek where grows More than a morning rose, Which to no box his being owes. "Lips, where all day A lover's kiss may play, Yet carry nothing thence away. "Looks, that oppress Their richest tires, but dress And clothe their simplest nakedness. "Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond and out-faces That sunshine by their own sweet graces. "Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are. "Whose native ray Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play. "Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear. "A well-tamed heart, For whose more noble smart Love may be long choosing a dart. "Eyes, that bestow Full quivers on Love's bow, Yet pay less arrows than they owe. "Smiles, that can warm The blood, yet teach a charm That chastity shall take no harm. "Blushes, that been The burnish of no sin, Nor flames of aught too hot within. "Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. "Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. "Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes say, 'Welcome, friend.' "Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. "Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers, 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. "Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright, Or give down to the wings of night. "In her whole frame, Have nature all the name, Art and ornament the shame. "Her flattery, Picture and poesy, Her counsel her own virtue be. "I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish--no more." CHILDHOOD. SUNDAY, 23.