Critiquing Beauty
Your beauty reasons truer than the truth.
It throbs a thoughtful feeling where a mere
Veracity of judgement yields to youth
And freshest irises. Your pupils peer
Past plain philosophy. Where liquid lies
On lenses, they give entrance to a view
More lovely than a logic lacking eyes,
Their shallow depths. Their reckonings are true.
The Greeks thought thoroughly. Their thought has might.
They thought about emotions carefully,
Of love and friendship. Though their thought was tight,
It filled their columned temples prayerfully,
Or surely we are right to say their thought
Was there where mind and feelings’ incense taught.