Something beautiful this way comes
black and silver wings
purple heart
fresh song
coal of compassion
in the tower of cold Bell peals
an unfamiliar heat
forging black to white
in melted flesh
Nothing knows the love
of beauty for the beast
for it is not a truth--
the beauty loves the goodness of her own dear heart
which she can worship only in the beast by contrast
because he chooses it
despite the pressure of thousands...
where for her it is easy
for him it is divine......
