Short Poems on Beauty

 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

Its lovliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing

The night is beautiful

So the faces of my people

The stars are beautiful

So the eyes of my people

Beautiful, also, is the sun

Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony

which is in the universal being

truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind

Beauty is truth's smile

when she beholds her own face in

a perfect mirror