Herrick offers a single, striking image for beauty: a beam of light suddenly blazing out between two opposite points. He calls those points “the middle and extreme,” so he’s suggesting beauty lives in a tense, perfect spot — not too plain, not too wild, but exactly where a sudden brightness can leap into view. It’s not a static quality, but something that happens, a brief radiance caught between safety and excess. The speaker’s tone is crisp and certain, like someone placing a gem in your hand and closing your fingers around it. There’s no drawn‑out description or gushing emotion; instead, the poem’s brevity itself feels like the flash it describes. The mood is quietly exhilarated — a moment of clarity about something fleeting and luminous, as if beauty can’t be pinned down, only glimpsed right when opposites meet.
THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY — Summary
Robert HerrickContemplative
Beauty no other thing is, than a beam Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.
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These springs were maidens once that loved,
But lost to that they most approved:
My story tells, by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we see here:
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When I behold a forest spread
With silken trees upon thy head;
And when I see that other dress
Of flowers set in comeliness;
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While fates permit us, let's be merry;
Pass all we must the fatal ferry;
And this our life, too, whirls away,
With the rotation of the day.