Masefield recognizes that the beauty of creation appears in many forms.
He mentions sunrise and sunset lighting the surrounding hills. He recognizes the rebirth and growth of flowering plants in the spring and the beauties of changes in the weather. He recalls sounds that have been beautiful in his hearing. He even salutes the beauty of objects created by human hands - "the arched white sails of ships."
Above and beyond all these beautiful things and memories, however, Masefield says that "the loveliest thing of beauty" he has ever seen is the woman he loves. In her is God's creation perfected, in the unsurpassable glory of "her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips."