The Knickerbocker/Volume 13/Number 5/The Spirit of Beauty
THE SPIRIT OF BEAUTY.
A FRAGMENT.
Spirit of Beauty! where,
Where is thy home? The morn, scattering thy varied dyes
O'er the fresh flowers?—the mist-wreathed fields, or peaks that rise
Snow-robed in air?
Or dost thou dwell
Far in the coral depths of the blue southern sea,
Reflected there, in many a flashing gem, and silently
Decking the gorgeous shell?
Or doth thy mansion lie
In the soft, billowy clouds, whose sunset glories streak
The twilight sky, like the pure blush on maiden’s cheek
When the loved one is nigh?
Where is thy home? The morn, scattering thy varied dyes
O'er the fresh flowers?—the mist-wreathed fields, or peaks that rise
Snow-robed in air?
Or dost thou dwell
Far in the coral depths of the blue southern sea,
Reflected there, in many a flashing gem, and silently
Decking the gorgeous shell?
Or doth thy mansion lie
In the soft, billowy clouds, whose sunset glories streak
The twilight sky, like the pure blush on maiden’s cheek
When the loved one is nigh?