Song, in Deprecation of Pulchritude
Beauty (so the poets say),
Thou art joy and solace great;
Long ago, and far away
Thou art safe to contemplate,
Beauty. But when now and here,
Visible and close to touch,
All too perilously near,
Thou tormentest us too much!
In a picture, in a song,
In a novel's conjured scenes,
Beauty, that's where you belong,
Where perspective intervenes.
But, my dear, in rosy fact
Your appeal I have to shirk —
You disturb me, and distract
My attention from my work!
Thou art joy and solace great;
Long ago, and far away
Thou art safe to contemplate,
Beauty. But when now and here,
Visible and close to touch,
All too perilously near,
Thou tormentest us too much!
In a picture, in a song,
In a novel's conjured scenes,
Beauty, that's where you belong,
Where perspective intervenes.
But, my dear, in rosy fact
Your appeal I have to shirk —
You disturb me, and distract
My attention from my work!
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