O beautiful white land, olives and wild anemone and violet mingled among the shale, and purple wings of little winter-butterflies say, here Psyche, the soul, lies.
Our minds can go no further. The human imagination is capable of no further expression of beauty than the carved owl of Athene, the archaic, marble serpent, the arrogant selfish head of the Acropolis Apollo.
For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
But beauty is set apart, beauty is cast by the sea, a barren rock, beauty is set about with wrecks of ships.
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.
Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus.
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