beauty

Its beauty seemed to strike the child dumb.

Anne’s beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in.

“They grew in beauty side by side until they were sixteen.

Anne was sitting at her open window, for the time forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world, as she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars.