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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