Thou art beauty unchanged, unmoved
Just like that waterfall always the same;
Whose persistence running water can’t tame,–
That gracious continuity which time always pursued.
Thy gentle breezy state maketh time nude;
Attired if not by its changing game,
And thy beauty becometh a name;–
A picture which lives; never moved.
I salute thy infinite instantaneous beauty,
Thou smile and live for the beauty’s sake;
A beauty that was and will remain forever,
Time’s elements will try haughty,
But it can never take
So many jewels from thy lover.
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