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Show Soul's Beauty. Under the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, be-neath, . The sky and sea bend on thee which can dray, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her pain and wreath. This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise, Thy voice and hand shake still long knokn to thee By flying hair and fluttering hem the beat Following her daily of thy heart and feet. How passionate and irretrievably, In what fond flight, how many ways and days. |