Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

The Living Beauties - Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

I never knew, until they went,
How much their laughter really meant
I never knew how much the place
Depended on each little face;
How barren home could be and drear
Without its living beauties here.

I never knew that chairs and books
Could wear such sad and solemn looks!
That rooms and halls could be at night
So still and drained of all delight.
This home is now but brick and board
Where bits of furniture are stored.

I used to think I loved each shelf
And room for what it was itself.
And once I thought each picture fine
Because I proudly called it mine.
But now I know they mean no more
Than art works hanging in a store.

Until they went away to roam
I never knew what made it home.
But I have learned that all is base,
However wonderful the place
And decked with costly treasures, rare,
Unless the living joys are there.


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  • Chuy Amante (7/12/2014 9:39:00 AM)

    Absolutely spectacular!
    Loved every word!

    Thanks!
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