some of my favorite lines from Yeats' poem, which he wrote on the birth of his daughter:
"May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend"
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May beauty come to mean
That which we find
In ourselves
In each other
Which we can treasrue
Beyond measure
In our hearts
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