Marjorie Allen Seiffert

BEAUTY, the dream that I have dreamed so much

Comes true in your quick smile,

And on your cheek I see her touch

And sometimes in your eyes awhile

Immortal Beauty’s fleeting image lies.

Dear child, in whose veins beat

The marching centuries of lovers’ feet,

All those brave, ardent ghosts in you arise—

The souls who, loving Beauty, gave you birth

With a chain of passion binding Beauty to earth,

A captured dream—these souls breathe with your breath,

Living again in Beauty that knows no death.