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A vision fair Gleams through the crowd — Light silken hair, Lips curling proud. Thus,' Helen, did of old thy perfect face '•Embroil whole nations, in like evil case 'Were this 'beholder, but its beauteous grace •Was cdldvto me, was cold to me.
'In statue white -Of classic art, • No rose-flush bright (Flows from the heart. Yet not as statue's staring blanks oi stone — Like clearest pool in glacier river shewn By gleams of sun, surely those eyes must own Some stir for one, some thrill for one.
But no, a star With icy sheen, Remote, afar Is only seen, And touches only dreamily our thought, Less lovely joys with fancies hotly wrought Are better than a form, which love-untaught Is cold to all, is cold.to all.
Edmund B. R. Prideaux.
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 July 1900, Page 32
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131REFRAIN. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 July 1900, Page 32
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