So few are the great And wonderful days of life, So few the moments Of splendor in which Beauty in its truest form Enters the spirit, All in a rush, and Joy fills the soul. To see the nearer world From afar, gazing hungrily Across a land melting At its edge into the blue Of the sea-- Oh what joy! Eyes are so poor, so old And gray until, Upon discovering hidden love, They open and become The deeper azure Of the heavens, devoid of cloud And so rich, so pure As to seem liquid In their cerulean depths. Yet, there exists A higher joy. To perceive such infinite, Such awesome beauty Is thrilling in itself, yes, But it is in the Communication Of this sense to another Kindred soul, in this act Lies the ultimate And self-redeeming happiness Higher than all else. Beauty unshared Remains forever silent, Dormant and unalive. But awaken another soul To the fire & light of Life--! Then, O Reader, Then has one the True feeling of beauty, Life and Love.
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