Oh beauty that is filled so full of tears, <br />Where every passing anguish left its trace, <br />I pray you grant to me this depth of grace: <br />That I may see before it disappears, <br />Blown through the gateway of our hopes and fears <br />To death's insatiable last embrace, <br />The glory and the sadness of your face, <br />Its longing unappeased through all the years. <br />No bitterness beneath your sorrow clings; <br />Within the wild dark falling of your hair <br />There lies a strength that ever soars and sings; <br />Your mouth's mute weariness is not despair. <br />Perhaps among us craven earth-born things <br />God loves its silence better than a prayer.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eleonora-duse-i/
