Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

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. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
2. Three Miles to Penn
3. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
4. Sonnets. 2. O Spare Me from the Hand of Niggard Love
5. Never-Known

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