Say not of beauty she is good, <br />Or aught but beautiful, <br />Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood <br />Her wild wings of a gull. <br /> <br />Call her not wicked; that word's touch <br />Consumes her like a curse; <br />But love her not too much, too much, <br />For that is even worse. <br /> <br />O, she is neither good nor bad, <br />But innocent and wild! <br />Enshrine her and she dies, who had <br />The hard heart of a child.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-16/
