<h2><SPAN name="chap88"></SPAN>BEAUTY</h2>
<p class="poem">
Not flesh alone am I, when I can be<br/>
So swiftly caught in Beauty’s shimmering thread<br/>
Whose slender fibres, woven, held by me,<br/>
With their frail strength my following heart have led.<br/>
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Yea, not all mortal, not all death my mind,<br/>
When, watching by lone twilight waters’ brim<br/>
I tremblingly decipher, as they wind,<br/>
Her deathless hieroglyphs, though strange and dim.<br/>
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So for this faith, when Thou my dust shalt bring<br/>
To dust, remember well, Great Alchemist,<br/>
Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring,<br/>
That I with Beauty still may keep my tryst.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
G. O. WARREN</p>
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