BEAUTY
OUT of the opening blossom
Spirit flame
Brandish thy fiery arrow,
Innerly aim.
Bent be the bow with thy straining
Taut the string :
Heartward the arrowy speedings
Blithely sing.
Enter the innermost chamber,
O fire born dart,
Till thy rhythming love and thy beauty
Thrill through the heart.
April 16, 1936.
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