Book 10 — THE GOOD GREY POET

SONNET

EDWIN PARTRIDGE LEHMAN '10

All men must feel the beauty of a star That rides in the illimitable space Of heav'n; the beauty of an Helen's face; Or of a woodland water, glimpsed afar, Where haze-empurpled meadows, undefined And slumbrous, intervene; of quiet, cool, Sequester'd glades, where in the level pool The long green rushes dip before the wind.

These all men feel. But three times blessed he Whose eye and ear, of finer fibre spun, Sense the elusive thread of beauty, where The common man hath deemed that none can be. The beauty of the commonplace is one In substance with the beauty of the rare.

Literary Monthly, 1910.