BEAUTY.
What is it, but the point where meetThe finite and the infinite?The light on childhood’s brow that hovers,—The all-revealing glance of lovers;The troth of flowers and stars on high,—The bridal of the earth and sky;The sheen of heaven on soul and sod,—The glory and the grace of God;—The gleam of Sun beyond the sun,—The mortal and immortal, one!
What is it, but the point where meetThe finite and the infinite?The light on childhood’s brow that hovers,—The all-revealing glance of lovers;The troth of flowers and stars on high,—The bridal of the earth and sky;The sheen of heaven on soul and sod,—The glory and the grace of God;—The gleam of Sun beyond the sun,—The mortal and immortal, one!
What is it, but the point where meetThe finite and the infinite?The light on childhood’s brow that hovers,—The all-revealing glance of lovers;The troth of flowers and stars on high,—The bridal of the earth and sky;The sheen of heaven on soul and sod,—The glory and the grace of God;—The gleam of Sun beyond the sun,—The mortal and immortal, one!
What is it, but the point where meet
The finite and the infinite?
The light on childhood’s brow that hovers,—
The all-revealing glance of lovers;
The troth of flowers and stars on high,—
The bridal of the earth and sky;
The sheen of heaven on soul and sod,—
The glory and the grace of God;—
The gleam of Sun beyond the sun,—
The mortal and immortal, one!