Poetry Thursday

An old favorite...

It Was a Beauty That I Saw

It was a beauty that I saw,
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the universe was lame
To that one figure, could I draw
Or give least line of it a law.
A skein of silk without a knot,
A fair march made without a halt,
A curious form without a fault,
A printed book without a blot:
All beauty, and without a spot!

Ben Jonson
1629

[Photo credits: me, fancy camera, outside my back door, 2011]