Hermione

Thou hast beauty bright and fair,

Manner noble, aspect free,

Eyes that are untouch'd 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!

--_Bryan Waller Proctor_