Beautiful Woman

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O woman,
you are not merely
the handiwork of God,
but also of men;
these are ever endowing you 
with beauty from their hearts.
Poets are weaving for you a web
with threads of golden imagery;
painters are giving your form
ever new immortality.
The sea gives its pearls,
the mines their gold,
the summer gardens their flowers
to deck you, to cover you,
to make you more precious.
The desire of men’s hearts
has shed its glory over your youth.
You are one half woman
and one half dream.

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