An Ode to Beauty
I look upon the night sky,
I see thee descending from it
And like the angels who cry
Missing thee and all thou fobid'st!
Thou art like the lilies going to and fro!
Thine eyes, the pure essence of green!
Leaving all thou hast, even home,
To come to me like a dream!
Aphrodite herself, half as beautiful as thee,
Envying the beauty of thy face,
Closes her eyes not to see
Thy tender and gentle and restless pace!
And in my loneliness and memory,
I will never forget thee and whom thou art!
In this dream I hope again to see
Thy countenance, for it is an ode to Art!
I see thee descending from it
And like the angels who cry
Missing thee and all thou fobid'st!
Thou art like the lilies going to and fro!
Thine eyes, the pure essence of green!
Leaving all thou hast, even home,
To come to me like a dream!
Aphrodite herself, half as beautiful as thee,
Envying the beauty of thy face,
Closes her eyes not to see
Thy tender and gentle and restless pace!
And in my loneliness and memory,
I will never forget thee and whom thou art!
In this dream I hope again to see
Thy countenance, for it is an ode to Art!
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