Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)
Double Beauty
Love of the light compels the lark to sing And brims his tiny body with a spark; The nightingale draws music from a spring Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark; But on man's twofold nature God has breathed The double soul of beauty like a spell, And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed His spirit still must sing the miracle.
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