Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. br Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, br And lay them prone upon the earth and cease br To ponder on themselves, the while they stare br At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere br In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese br Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release br From dusty bondage into luminous air. br O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, br When first the shaft into his vision shone br Of light anatomized! Euclid alone br Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they br Who, though once only and then but far away, br Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.