Classic Poem

Thou hast beauty bright and fair,
Manner noble, aspect free,
Eyes that are untouched by care:
What then do we ask from thee?
Hermione, Hermione?

Thou hast reason quick and strong,
Wit that envious men admire,
And a voice, itself a song!
What then can we still desire?
Hermione, Hermione?

Something thou dost want, O queen!
(As the gold doth ask alloy,)
Tears, — amidst thy laughter seen,
Pity, — mingling with thy joy.
This is all we ask, from thee,
Hermione, Hermione!