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Robert Laurence Binyon - Beauty
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I think of a flower that no eye ever has seen,
 That springs in a solitary air.
 Is it no one`s joy? It is beautiful as a queen
 Without a kingdom`s care.

 We have built houses for Beauty, and costly shrines,
 And a throne in all men`s view:
 But she was far on a hill where the morning shines
 And her steps were lost in the dew.
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