 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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DIM FACE OF BEAUTY
Dim face of Beauty haunting all the world,
Fair face of Beauty all too fair to see,
Where the lost stars adown the heavens are hurled,
There, there alone for thee
May white peace be.
Fair face of Beauty all too fair to see,
Where the lost stars adown the heavens are hurled,
There, there alone for thee
May white peace be.
For here where all the dreams of men are whirled
Like sere torn leaves of autumn to and fro,
There is no place for thee in all the world,
Who driftest as a star,
Beyond, afar.
Like sere torn leaves of autumn to and fro,
There is no place for thee in all the world,
Who driftest as a star,
Beyond, afar.
Beauty, sad face of Beauty, Mystery, Wonder,
What are these dreams to foolish babbling men?—
Who cry with little noises 'neath the thunder
Of ages ground to sand,
To a little sand.
What are these dreams to foolish babbling men?—
Who cry with little noises 'neath the thunder
Of ages ground to sand,
To a little sand.
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