Deny me not forever, for in thee <br />All beauty seems regathered and reborn <br />Thou art that rose whose garden is the morn, <br />The pearl whose beauty haunts the dreamland sea, <br />And that romance whose immortality <br />Endures our dreary planet but in scorn; <br />For thee the lyres of Eden wait forlorn <br />Ere yet thy coming set their music free. <br /> <br />In what sincerity can I defend <br />Mine art's insistence of thy loveliness, <br />Tho' such be but the mortal shadow thrown <br />By soul on flesh! Before its light I bend <br />As one who holds his kindred none the less, <br />Yet who has worship for one face alone.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worship-15/
