[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 50]

Beauty, ‘tis Love that speaks. His voice is thus 

A revelation unto mortal sense

Giving immortal feelings luminous 

Beauty, whether it lie in what we speak

Or see or bend as with things we seek

July ‘07

Give a Shakespearean form to this.

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Beauty ‘tis Love that speaks. Not human love

Which is a name to link longing and lust,

But a deep Love, Love’s self, all things above

This is its utterance and its words are dust

Ah but the sense thy heard! It thee can move

The human things of pain, of {…} of trust

Their on the sense of this {…}

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_____ Perceive thou must

That they contain more things

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Save in the sense they bear. His voice is thus

Sublimely {…} more

Giving immortal feelings luminous

A web of gold-blends in a cottage wave.

And is this so? Or rather is beauty not

Love which had spoken being words were fancies

But he o’erweighed with his arm high thought

Grew silent and his silence form did take

An out look and beauty thus been aught

Is but Love asleep or Love awaken?

|for expression him did fail|

As his deep pregnant silence from his look

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(Shakespearean

Form)