The Blue Bird (Custance)/Beauty
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BEAUTY
I saw the face of Beauty—a pale roseIn the gold dusk of her abundant hair . . .A silken web of dreams and joys—a snare . . .A bright temptation for gay youth that goesLaughing upon his way without a care!A shield of light for conquering Love to bearStronger than all the swords of all his foes.
O face of Beauty—O white dawn enshrinedIn sunrise veils of splendid hair—O star!Shine on those weary men who sadly wiseBut guess thy glory faintly from afar—Missing the marvel of thy smile—and blindTo the imperial passion in thine eyes!