Poem of the day on 4/19/09

[I loved her for that she was beautiful]

By Philip James Bailey

I loved her for that she was beautiful
And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
All light and laughter in the morning fear
No petty customs nor appearances
But think what others only dream'd about
And say what others did but think and do
What others dared not do: so pure withal
In soul in heart and act such conscious yet
Such perfect innocence, she made round her
A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me—
And that she never school'd within her breast
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday
To all and that she made all even mine
In the communion of love: and we
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