William Kean Seymour
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If Beauty came to you,
Ah, would you know her grace,
And could you in your shadowed prison view
Unscathed her face?
...
Lone shadows move,
The night air stirs;
This hour of dying
Dreams was hers.
...
Bring me some oranges on blue china,
With a jade-and-silver spoon,
And drowse on your silken mats beside me
In the burning noon.
...
Ah, my brave Vitellius!
Ah, your tastes are marvellous!
When you eat your singing birds
Do you leave the bones--and words,
...
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William Kean Seymour (1887–1975) was a British writer, by profession a bank manager. He was a poet and critic, novelist, journalist and literary editor.)
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If Beauty Came To You
If Beauty came to you,
Ah, would you know her grace,
And could you in your shadowed prison view
Unscathed her face?
Stepping as noiselessly
As moving moth-wings, so
Might she come suddenly to you or me
And we not know.
Amid these clangs and cries,
Alas, how should we hear
The shy, dim-woven music of her sighs
As she draws near.
Threading through monstrous, black,
Uncharitable hours,
Where the soul shapes its own abhorred rack
Of wasted powers?
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