I Long to Look Upon Your AirYour face unmatched in th' world of men,I Long to Look Upon Your Air by pswg
I see now, and your skin so fair
Oh glorious splendor, safe from sin,
I long to look upon your air.
Your eyes which gleam and seem to stare,
Through to my soul and see the lie,
I've hidden well with so much care.
I give it up w'th a parting sigh.
I wonder now, is your heart nigh?
Or is my brain untrue to me?
I wish my soul with you could fly,
Above the land and o'er the sea.
But shall I speak? I do not dare!
I only look upon your air.
The StarIn my mind I see the pallid Star!The Star by pswg
In silent awe of its fair light,
I settle my eyes on it from afar,
And speculate if on this night,
I am too removed from its sight,
That I am obscured from its eye.
What that Star from its height,
On the exalted perch in the sky,
May see, I, as mortal, cannot defy!
I hope in some way to correlate,
My own soul to that lone so high,
Or will my wish the Star berate,
And its sallow aura desecrate?
'Tis healthier I not dream of it!
I will not now produce new hate,
I will not while the Star is lit!
Lamentations: BeautyLamentations on the Nature of BeautyLamentations: Beauty by pswg
So sad it is to view beauty die in pain,
And cry insufferable shrieks.
But such rot comes to all,
As truthful tears,
But when a Nereyde's brother is slain,
Its silent mourning bespeaks,
Of grief that enthralls,
Its sad heart near,
A rough hide and a countenance plain,
Love kinder than ruddy cheeks.
This verity forestalls,