BEAUTY.
fairest things seem ever loneli.est; The whitest lily ever bicorns alone, And purest winds from widest seas are flown. High on her utmost tower of the West gits Beauty, baffling an eternal quest; From out her gates and oriels unknown. The murmurs of her citadels are blown To blue horizons of the world's unrest. We know that we shall seek her till we die, And find her not at all, the fair and far: Jler pure domain is wider than the sky, And never night revealed her whitest star; Beyond the sea and sun her feet have trod; Her vision is our memory of God. —Georgo Sterling, in " A Wine of Wizardy."
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Otago Witness, Issue 3828, 26 July 1927, Page 74
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113BEAUTY. Otago Witness, Issue 3828, 26 July 1927, Page 74
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