Fragment: Beauty's Halo
Thy beauty hangs around thee like Splendour around the moon-- Thy voice, as silver bells that strike Upon
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy beauty hangs around thee like Splendour around the moon-- Thy voice, as silver bells that strike Upon
A lover speaks to the beloved, awe-struck by a presence that seems to radiate its own soft light. The first image is cosmic and hushed: her beauty clings to her the way moon-glow bathes the lunar disc—something unearthly and complete in itself.
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