Ah, beautiful and pitiful! ah, last
And fairest of the daughters of the Past
Born out of time and in most grievous days
When unto beauty men mete out no praise !
Lone Gothic princess, all your line is dead:
The glory of your race is vanished: fled
Is that high faith that should have found in you
Its meet delight and its expression true…
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Ah, beautiful and pitiful! ah, last
And fairest of the daughters of the Past
Born out of time and in most grievous days
When unto beauty men mete out no praise !
Lone Gothic princess, all your line is dead:
The glory of your race is vanished: fled
Is that high faith that should have found in you
Its meet delight and its expression true…
from: Ode to the Woolworth Building;
'Tropicaltown and other Poems',
Salomon de la Selva; 1918
https://archive.org/stream/tropicaltown00selvrich/tropicaltown00selvrich_djvu.txt
