No question

Is there anything without fair
Near or afar even in the air?
Any object, the largest one
Or any object, the smallest one
In the day or at night,
Floating in cosmic space hath beauty.

Thou art one with blessed beauty
That outdoes the beauty of moonlit night,
Even queen Mab is jealous of that
When she sees thee rejoicing wònderful sight.
But truth is truth, nothing but the truth,
Here is no question lying in answer.

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