Of every gesture Beauty makes I know that I can find, A curve is like a song unheard But singing to the mind. What Beauty utters in her curves, I always like to mark In veering of a bird in flight Or in a fountain's arc. The haunting crescent of the moon Arches into a hymn; The rainbow gestures eloquent With music of its rim. But yet, of all the singing curves, Most lyrical belong To symmetries of girls that coin The silence into song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |