Announcing love.

And O my citizen, perhaps the few

Whom I shall tell of you

Will see with me your beauty who are dead,

Will hear with me your voice and what it said!

Let but a line of mine,

A single one,

Be made to shine

With your whole-heartedness as with the sun,

And I shall so consign

Your touch to younger and yet younger hands,

That they shall carry beauty through more lands

Than ever Helen laid her touch upon.

In your new world I see

The immigrants arriving from the ships....

O Celia, my democracy,

My destiny,

Beauty has had its answer on your lips!

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