Explore "Beauty" by Theodosia Pickrering Garrison on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sometimes, slow moving through unlovely days, / The need to look on beauty falls on me / As on the blind the anguished wish to see, / As on the dumb the urge to rage or praise; / Beauty of marble where the eyes may gaze / Till soothed to peace by white serenity, / Or canvas where one master hand sets free / Great colours that like angels blend and blaze.
O, there be many starved in this strange wise -- / For this diviner food their days deny, / Knowing beyond their vision beauty stands / With pitying eyes -- with tender, outstretched hands, / Eager to give to every passer-by / The loveliness that feeds a soul's demands.