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Title: Acanthus
Author: Frank Oliver Call [ More Titles by Call]
Beneath the sculptured marble portico Of a Greek temple, white against the sky, Carved capitals on pillars rising high Gleam like great blossoms in the noonday's glow. Proudly each column in the stately row Its crown of beauty wears; the sunbeams die Among acanthus leaves that nestling lie Where they were carved two thousand years ago. Eternal Beauty, thou wilt not be bound By time-forged fetters, but dost find a home Where Gothic pillars rise acanthus-crowned Beneath gray northern spires or southern dome, Eternal Beauty, Everlasting Truth, Thou hast the secret of undying youth.
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