It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair. Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts where Cupid trembling lies, Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed..Give me, instead of beauty's bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind, Which with temptation I could trust, Yet never linked with error find. One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes. Like the care-burdened honey-fly That hides his murmurs in the rose. My earthly comforter! whose love So indefeasible might be, That when my spirit won above Hers could not stay for sympathy. George Darley
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A charming and inspiring poem written by the 19th century English poet Lord Alfred Tennyson. The poem begins with a question: “What is beauty?” The answer offered, however, is more than the mere physical appearance of a person. Here, beauty is defined as “the power of arousing admiration or of delight.” The lines go on to define beauty as the ability to stir emotion and touch people’s hearts.

Source: Selected Poems Of George Darley

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