When a wild grace I see, <br />A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes, <br />Gentleness, courtesy, dignity; <br />In all these gifts Thee I surmise, surprise. <br /> <br />All beauty and delight. <br />Skin like a rose, a beauteous shape, an air <br />Free and enchanting, give my weary sight <br />Glimpses of Thee, Thou Beauty past compare. <br /> <br />Strength, courage also are Thine. <br />And joy of youth and wings that cleave the blue, <br />Low singing and soft voices, I divine <br />In these Thy beauty ancient yet ever new. <br /> <br />Oh, when my startled eye <br />Perceives this beauty league-long, sea and isle <br />And eagle-crested mountains wild and high, <br />I catch Thy Maker's thought -- I see Thy smile. <br /> <br />Some mirror out of range <br />Flashes reflex of Heaven on this sweet earth, <br />Brooding for ever, beautiful, without change, <br />The blue-bell sea, the thousand streams' soft mirth. <br /> <br />All beauty is of Thee. <br />Kindness and quietness, moon and stars and sun, <br />Gardens and woods, the bird in the new-fledged tree <br />And sleep, O Kindest One!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-image-6/
