A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued, With palms extent for amorous charity And eyes incensed with love for all they see, A wonder more to be adored than wooed, On whom the grace of conscious womanhood Adorning every little thing she does Sits like enchantment, making glorious A careless pose, a casual attitude; Around her lovely shoulders mantle-wise Hath come the realm of those old fabulous queens Whose storied loves are Art`s rich heritage, To keep alive in this our latter age That force that moving through sweet Beauty`s means Lifts up Man`s soul to towering enterprise.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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