Grace, Beauty, and Caprice <br />Build this golden portal; <br />Graceful women, chosen men, <br />Dazzle every mortal. <br />Their sweet and lofty countenance <br />His enchanted food; <br />He need not go to them, their forms <br />Beset his solitude. <br />He looketh seldom in their face, <br />His eyes explore the ground,-- <br />The green grass is a looking-glass <br />Whereon their traits are found. <br />Little and less he says to them, <br />So dances his heart in his breast; <br />Their tranquil mien bereaveth him <br />Of wit, of words, of rest. <br />Too weak to win, too fond to shun <br />The tyrants of his doom, <br />The much deceived Endymion <br />Slips behind a tomb.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/manners-6/
