Your Name

What's your name, whose sound you make the fairer,
And so learn the framing of such beauty;  
Twice blest, by your lips and more the bearer -
Heaven's glow, as angels wear a duty.
 
For there's which glitters tho' of common clay,
Tis true! For none thinks diamond just a stone.
And gazing, I fell 'neath artistry's sway,  
My soul's talisman wrought in you alone.
 
Speak aloud or quietly whisper to me
The incantation of your conjuring
For the devil's part too that fall should be
That through beguiling craft my conquering  
 
So 'twixt heaven and hell I find you here
Again to ask your name upon my ear.