TRAVAIL
Beforethe sacred beauty of the mornHow fade the wrangling wisdoms of the earth!Wisdom is beauty in the womb, unborn;Wisdom is beauty laboring for birth.Wisdom, the ghost of Beauty, in the wideWomb of the world lies clamoring for life,While the white Beauty, the immortal Bride,Sits throned upon the summits void of strife.So the bright flower, bending from the soil,Sums up and scorns the wisdom of the sage;And Helen’s beauty, soaring beyond toil,The laboring beauty of the poet’s page.So, when the veils of mystery are furled,Earth’s wisdom blooms in heaven’s beauty above ...Beauty is all the wisdom of the worldUttered by the seraphic lips of love!
Beforethe sacred beauty of the mornHow fade the wrangling wisdoms of the earth!Wisdom is beauty in the womb, unborn;Wisdom is beauty laboring for birth.Wisdom, the ghost of Beauty, in the wideWomb of the world lies clamoring for life,While the white Beauty, the immortal Bride,Sits throned upon the summits void of strife.So the bright flower, bending from the soil,Sums up and scorns the wisdom of the sage;And Helen’s beauty, soaring beyond toil,The laboring beauty of the poet’s page.So, when the veils of mystery are furled,Earth’s wisdom blooms in heaven’s beauty above ...Beauty is all the wisdom of the worldUttered by the seraphic lips of love!
Beforethe sacred beauty of the mornHow fade the wrangling wisdoms of the earth!Wisdom is beauty in the womb, unborn;Wisdom is beauty laboring for birth.
Beforethe sacred beauty of the morn
How fade the wrangling wisdoms of the earth!
Wisdom is beauty in the womb, unborn;
Wisdom is beauty laboring for birth.
Wisdom, the ghost of Beauty, in the wideWomb of the world lies clamoring for life,While the white Beauty, the immortal Bride,Sits throned upon the summits void of strife.
Wisdom, the ghost of Beauty, in the wide
Womb of the world lies clamoring for life,
While the white Beauty, the immortal Bride,
Sits throned upon the summits void of strife.
So the bright flower, bending from the soil,Sums up and scorns the wisdom of the sage;And Helen’s beauty, soaring beyond toil,The laboring beauty of the poet’s page.
So the bright flower, bending from the soil,
Sums up and scorns the wisdom of the sage;
And Helen’s beauty, soaring beyond toil,
The laboring beauty of the poet’s page.
So, when the veils of mystery are furled,Earth’s wisdom blooms in heaven’s beauty above ...Beauty is all the wisdom of the worldUttered by the seraphic lips of love!
So, when the veils of mystery are furled,
Earth’s wisdom blooms in heaven’s beauty above ...
Beauty is all the wisdom of the world
Uttered by the seraphic lips of love!