G . Leathem .
Beneath
the
Tudor
roses,
those
old
words
,
“
Beauty
is
truth
,
and
truth
beauty
,”
all
at
once
Came
with
a
fuller
meaning
to
my mind
,
"
Truly
,"
I
thought
,
“
These
dons who
follow
truth
In
desolate
regions
,
lifeless
,
rugged
,
bare
,
All
follow
beauty
too
—
the
only
prize
Worth
questing
in
this
sorry
world
of
ours
.”
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