Fair and sweet, would they be

Fair would be the noonday sun
If the clouds were taken away.
Fair would be the dewing dawn
If the crystalline drops were stayed.
And fair they'd be 'fore evening comes.

Sweet would be the star-born light
Could it lift the inky veil of night.
Sweet would be the blossomed rose
Could it grow 'thout deathly repose.
And sweeten they the lovers' prose.

But none of all this light and mirth
Deserves a pining for their dearth
'Less cometh a lady from this earth
That can give all joy bounteous birth
And in time give them heav'nly worth.