  Beauty is a waving tree, Beauty is a flower, Beauty is a grassy lea & a shady bower, Beauty is the verdant Spring In our hearts awakening. Beauty is a summer sun Warming all the land, Whose full bounty doth o’errun More than our demand; Spreadeth Beauty her kind feast Lavishly for man & beast. Autumn’s quiet hast thou too, Beauty, who canst feed Every craving, known or new Of the spirit’s need, Laying up a lasting store Of ripe bliss for evermore. O true Beauty, though joy’s vain Seasons come & go, Thou a refuge dost remain From all wintry woe, Thou art still the perfect clime Where no transience is nor time.
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