<p><SPAN name="link83" id="link83"></SPAN>And a poet said, Speak to us of
<b><i>Beauty</i></b>.</p>
<p>And he answered:</p>
<p>Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be
your way and your guide?</p>
<p>And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?</p>
<p>The aggrieved and the injured say, “Beauty is kind and gentle.</p>
<p>Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.”</p>
<p>And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.</p>
<p>Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.”</p>
<p>The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks
in our spirit. <SPAN name="link84"></SPAN> Her voice yields to our silences like a
faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”</p>
<p>But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the mountains,</p>
<p>And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the
roaring of lions.”</p>
<p>At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise with the dawn
from the east.”</p>
<p>And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, “We have seen her
leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.”</p>
<p class="p2">
In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping
upon the hills.”</p>
<p>And in the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with
the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.” <SPAN name="link85" id="link85"></SPAN>All these things have you said of beauty,</p>
<p>Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,</p>
<p>And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.</p>
<p>It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,</p>
<p>But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.</p>
<p>It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,</p>
<p>But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear
though you shut your ears.</p>
<p>It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,</p>
<p>But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.</p>
<p class="p2">
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.</p>
<p>But you are life and you are the veil. <SPAN name="link86" id="link86"></SPAN>Beauty
is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.</p>
<p>But you are eternity and you are the mirror.</p>
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