Art
To Howard Pyle
To Howard Pyle
To Howard Pyle
At her light touch, behold! a voice proceedsOut of all things to chide our sordid deeds;A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,The Changeless that is back of all the change.Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—Takes feature yet remains a mystery.
At her light touch, behold! a voice proceedsOut of all things to chide our sordid deeds;A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,The Changeless that is back of all the change.Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—Takes feature yet remains a mystery.
At her light touch, behold! a voice proceedsOut of all things to chide our sordid deeds;A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,The Changeless that is back of all the change.Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—Takes feature yet remains a mystery.
At her light touch, behold! a voice proceeds
Out of all things to chide our sordid deeds;
A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,
The Changeless that is back of all the change.
Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—
Takes feature yet remains a mystery.