As a worshipper of beauty stands Enraptured by all that he beholds So with the mystic and the saint, The visionary for whom the moulds Of mind are broken by the light. Here on earth is loveliness That shall not wither as the rose By human acts of carelessness, For close now to the soul of man A beauty indescribable Chooses its hour of descent Containing the impossible, Radiant, perfect and divine, And those who rise above to see The golden hour of the dawn Shall taste of immortality.
Poems Undated (1727)
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