Where Beauty Dwells.

A cliff edge,
met by the
hungry tide
all dusks and
dawns,

in drear and halation,

in pique and affinity.

In harmonious existence,
structural chaste observes

A Classical Beauty - John William Godward

the waves and currents
of Poseidon's reign
ignorant of tyranny.

Pillars of pure lillies
line marble halls of
maidenhood,

mists of myrrh clothe the
air.

The beguiling of the
senses to opiated
indifference,

to seek the
sacred font, beheld
in vision though
seemingly divine
- although
in earthly body.

Beside kneel the
desired - guarded by
those they worship
throughout their hours
of continuance,

of virtue -

untouched bloom
that Cupid denies our
passion.



© Cecil Field