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Beauty? Have you seen her rise
In amber colored robes from eastern hill-sides
On a summer's morn,
With night's soft twilight
Still upon her eyes and cool night dew
Yet heavy on her hair?
And have you stood then, filled· with nameless joy,
Such joy that beggared all account
And made of speech a sacrilege;
And have you watched her waken
Till your heart was raised and swelled
With ecstasy unknown before and close akin to pain?
Ah, have you too stood thus
And did you know that there was Beauty?