I love all beauteous things, <br />I seek and adore them; <br />God hath no better praise, <br />And man in his hasty days <br />Is honoured for them. <br /> <br />I too will something make <br />And joy in the making! <br />Altho' tomorrow it seem' <br />Like the empty words of a dream <br />Remembered, on waking.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-all-beauteous-things/
