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BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING

First Line: TO CATCH SOME FRAGMENT FROM HER HANDS
Last Line: WHOSE THOUGHTS ARE ALL THE MYSTERIES?
Subject(s): BEAUTY;
To catch some fragment from her hands
That else would fall into the sands
And lie lost and disintegrate:
For this I wait: for this I wait.

Even her casual aspects are
Vivid and lovely as a star;
Aspects that turn, retire and change
Through unimaginable range.

Is she the universe or only
An entity austere and lonely,
Whose moods are moon and colored seas;
Whose thoughts are all the mysteries?



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