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