Mathilde Blind

Here you will find thePoemBeautyof poet Mathilde Blind

Beauty

Even as on some black background full of night And hollow storm in cloudy disarray, The forceful brush of some great master may More brilliantly evoke a higher light; So beautiful, so delicately white, So like a very metaphor of May, Your loveliness on my life's sombre grey In its perfection stands out doubly bright. And yet your beauty breeds a strange despair, And pang of yearning in the helpless heart; To shield you from time's fraying wear and tear, That from yourself yourself would wrench apart, How save you, fairest, but to set you where Mortality kills death in deathless art?