Classic Poem

“O spotless Pearl, in pearls so pure,
that bearest,” quoth I, “the pearl of price,
who form'd for thee thy figure fair?
He was full wise that wrought thy robe;
thy beauty never from Nature came;
Pygmalion painted ne'er thy face;
nor Aristotle, with all his lore,
told of the qualities of these gifts;
thy colour passeth the fleur-de-lis;
thy angel-bearing so all debenair:
Tell me, Brightest, what is the peace
that beareth as token this spotless pearl?”