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The Music of Beauty

by James Nack

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Stricken

by Philip Bourke Marston

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The Music of Beauty

by James Nack

To me thy lips are mute, but when I gaze
Upon thee in thy perfect loveliness,—
No trait that should not be,—no lineament
To jar with the exquisite harmony
Of Beauty's music, breathing to the eyes,
I pity those who think they pity me;
Who drink the tide that gushes from thy lips
Unconscious of its sweets, as if they were
E'en as I am—and turn their marble eyes
Upon thy loveliness, without the thrill
That maddens me with joys's delirium.

Stricken

by Philip Bourke Marston

O love, behold thy feet are shod with flame! 
Thy body clothed with torture as a dress; 
Too weak thy stricken lips are to express 
Thy mighty grief, or call upon the name 
Of Him who gives the sorrow and the shame. 
Thy lips have tasted the salt bitterness 
Of tears like blood, wrung out of thy distress. 
Thy soul must reap a barren, bitter fame. 

Fair lands beneath thee, and fair skies above. 
Thy heart falls blind, outside of that fair land 
Whereto it may not come; all words are vain, — 
It is the unattainable we love. 
But rest a little, and a friendly hand 
Shall give thee peace, and ease from all thy pain. 

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