Poem by Jones Very

Beauty

I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life,
Once stilled its sleepless pulses in my breast
And every thought whose being was a strife
Each in its silent chamber sank to rest;
I was not, save it were a thought of thee,
The world was but a spot where thou hadst trod,
From every star thy glance seemed fix on me,
Almost I loved thee better than my God.
And still I gaze—-but ‘tis a holier thought
Than that in which my spirit lived before,
Each star a purer ray of love has caught,
Earth wears a lovelier robe than then it wore,
And every lamp that burns around thy shrine
I fed with fire whose fountain is Divine.

1. Enoch
2. The Grave Yard
3. The Dead
4. The Robin
5. The New Birth

Mathilde Blind Beauty ("Even as on some black background full of night")

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