Here you will find the Poem Dedicatory of poet Sydney Thompson Dobell
Beauty is One. But that so equal gold, Run in the apt and kindly difference Of each receptive and significant sense, Configures to our many-minded mould. Therefore, oh Love, though I no more behold That sometime world where summer eloquence I saw and spake, (adding nor time nor tense, But singing forth the silent music old), Yet walled in winter cities still sing I; For conscious of thy beauty mere and whole, The perfect unit of thy face and soul (Thy face thy soul confest to mortal eye, Thy soul thy face by new perceptions known), Thy One becomes my Many. Take thine own.
