June 11th, 2012

Ask me where beauty is, I'll say

'Tis in sweet maiden's witchery;

Amid the beams of her flashing eye

When pleasure's cup is sparkling high,

And new-born love's first artless glances

Illume her brow,

And joy within her young heart dances

For the first vow;

When she knows not ofo blighting care,

And all is bright, and fresh, and fair;

And fancy's banner is unfurled,

Tinting with rose her future world;

Nor cloud, nor mist dims in her eye

The sunshine of life's morning sky,

That, with such gay and golden beams,

Colours her happy youth with dreams.

C. B. LANGSTON, "Where Is Beauty?"