Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

Double Beauty

Love of the light compels the lark to sing
  And brims his tiny body with a spark;
The nightingale draws music from a spring
  Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark;
But on man's twofold nature God has breathed
  The double soul of beauty like a spell,
And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed
  His spirit still must sing the miracle.

1. In the Oculist's Anteroom
2. Wild Hyacinth
3. The Reflection
4. The Moral
5. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete

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