Genius In Beauty – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call 

Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime, — 

Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time, — 

Is more with compassed mysteries musical; 

Nay, not in Spring’s Summer’s sweet footfall 

More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeaths 

Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes 

Even from its shadowed contour on the wall. 
As many men are poets in their youth, 

But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong 

Even through all change the indomitable song; 

So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth 

Rends shallower grace with ruin void of truth, 

Upon this beauty’s power shall wreak no wrong.

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