Ode to Beauty
O beauty ever, rare and bright! Thou canst unveil my heart’s delight: Wherever winds blow fair and free, I chant thy praise in harmony.
Whether the light from garden beds In rippling streams of gold descends, Or whispers rise at misty morn Where yarrow, wild and bold, is born,
Give me Love’s secret grace and tight: Transform this heart a living light. For every wave and bird combines To shape thy songs in sweetest signs.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson