Thoughts 3: Beauty
First in the human Form and Face so fair
’Tis seen, and in all Shapes of animal being;
Also in Things inanimate if rare:
In blending colors next, and sounds agreeing;
Till Thought grow gifted with that inward seeing
Which finds it in the mind beyond compare,
And in the infinite combinations there
Of Memory or Knowledge, fixed or fleeing.
The inmost spirit of all Truth, it hues
The countenance of Science; throbs like thought
In every star of Heaven; and embues
All the Moon looks on; to the heart is brought
Alive in every Sunbeam, if, love taught,
Such bright communion it would not refuse.
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