Francis Thompson on Beauty
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“Whose form is as a grove Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove.”
“Whose body other ladies well might bear As soul,—yea, which it profanation were For all but you to take as fleshy woof, Being spirit truest proof.”
“How should I gauge what beauty is her dole, Who cannot see her countenance for her soul, As birds see not the casement for the sky? And as 'tis check they prove its presence by, I know not of her body till I find My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.”