Modern Beauty
Arthur Symons
1865 to 1945
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The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame,
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lie dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
Who is there still lives for beauty? Still am I
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
Which is to men the death of their desire.
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me