Beauty

[Mephisto]

Again, I'll say that I can't take the credit for this. I just think it's a nice poem.

 

 

Something there is in beauty

which grows in the soul of the beholder

like a flower:

fragile

for many are the blights

which many waste

the beauty

or the beholder

and imperishable

for the beauty may die,

or the world may die,

but the soul in which the flower grows

survives.