Beauty, Personal

In good looks I am not a star.
There are others more lovely by far.
    But my face - I don't mind it,
    Because I'm behind it -
It's the people in front that I jar.

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O do not praise my beauty more,
In such word-wild degree,
And say I am one all eyes adore;
For these things harass me!

But do for ever softly say:
"From now unto the end
Come weal, come wanzing, come what may,
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I hate my beauty in the glass:
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"Is she still beautiful?" I asked of one
    Who of the unforgotten faces told
That for long years I had not looked upon -
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And for a space I sorrowed, thinking on
    That face of April gold.

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High as a star, yet lowly as a flower,
Unknown she takes her unassuming place
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My beauty lives in a cottage grey by a gentle river's mouth,
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I'm as happy as a monarch as she lingers at my side,
As we watch the far horizon of the ever-tossing tide,
While the cool refreshing zephyr bears her tresses in its train,
Now starting into motion and now slumbering again.

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While holy vespers steal across the ocean and the land,
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