THERE in her old-world garden smiles <br />A symbol of the world's desire, <br />Striving with quaint and lovely wiles <br />To bind to earth the soul of fire. <br /> <br /> <br />And while I sit and listen there, <br />The robe of Beauty falls away <br />From universal things to where <br />Its image dazzles for a day. <br /> <br /> <br />Away! the great life calls; I leave <br />For Beauty, Beauty's rarest flower; <br />For Truth, the lips that ne'er deceive; <br />For Love, I leave Love's haunted bower<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-symbol-seduces/
