Dr. Kenneth S. Rhee

O Attic shape!  Fair attitude! with brede

    Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

    Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought

As doth eternity; Cold Pastoral!

    When old age shall this generation waste,

        Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou

    say'st.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -- that is all

    Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know