Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Double Beauty

Love of the light compels the lark to sing
  And brims his tiny body with a spark;
The nightingale draws music from a spring
  Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark;
But on man's twofold nature God has breathed
  The double soul of beauty like a spell,
And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed
  His spirit still must sing the miracle.

1. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
2. Sonnets. 5. When all is said, we can but turn our eyes
3. For Joan
4. A Christening
5. The Story-Teller

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