by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)

I love all beauteous things
Language: English 
I love all beauteous things, 
I seek and adore them; 
God hath no better praise, 
And man in his hasty days 
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making! 
Altho' tomorrow it seem' 
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking. 

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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-08
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Word count: 49