Author Emily Dickinson 516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases In the Meadow—when the Wind Runs his fingers thro' it— Deity will see to it That You never do it— Tags beauty wind running Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments