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
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
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
The beauty
Of a simplicity-life
And the beauty
Of a self-giving heart
Have no equal
May beauty be my mind's
Immediate choice
May beauty be my heart's
Perfect voice
Beauty
Is my heart's
Mind-transcendence-hope
