The Beauty
Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses
O DO not praise my beauty more,In such word-wild degree,And say I am one all eyes adore;For these things harass me!
But do for ever softly say:"From now unto the endCome weal, come wanzing, come what may,Dear, I will be your friend."
I hate my beauty in the glass:My beauty is not I:I wear it: none cares whether, alas,Its wearer live or die!
The inner I O care for, then,Yea, me and what I am,And shall be at the gray hour whenMy cheek begins to clam.