Poem by Alice Hunt Bartlett

Greater Beauty

Striving to capture beauty, everywhere,
Man labours with a myriad of things;
Wrung from his soul’s desire the poet brings
Within our sight his dreams, that all may share;
With palette rich, brushes, the canvas bare,
With brass and wind, with marble, wood and strings,
A million fancies spread their wonder-wings,
And beauty’s voice is carried on the air.

And be it soon and short or late and long,
As is the fragrance of the perfect rose,
Intangible, remaining while it goes,
Above the marble and above the song,
Defiant of his capture and his skill,
Man knows there lifts a greater beauty still!

1. Reactionary
2. Illusion
3. Service
4. Moonlight and the Sea
5. Autumn

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