Beauty Undecked
The
grass
mid
sheen
when
wat'ry
beäds
O'
dew
do
glitter
on
the
meäds,
An'
thorns
be
bright
when
quiv'rèn
studs
O'
raïn
do
hang
upon
their
buds--
As
jewels
be
a-meäde
by
art
To
zet
the
plaïnest
vo'k
off
smart.
But
sheäkèn
ivy
on
its
tree,
An'
low-bough'd
laurel
at
our
knee,
Be
bright
all
daÿ,
without
the
gleäre,
O'
drops
that
duller
leäves
mid
weär--
As
Jeäne
is
feäir
to
look
upon
In
plaïnest
gear
that
she
can
don.
