Modern Beauty
Arthur Symons
1865 to 1945
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Which is to men the death of their desire.
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there still lives for beauty? Still am I
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lie dead.
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame,
The world has been my mirror, time has been