“What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?”
Elvis Costello (1954) English singer-songwriter
All This Useless Beauty
Song lyrics, All This Useless Beauty (1996)
“All that is beautiful shall abide,
All that is base shall die.”
Balder the Beautiful (1877)
Context: Along the melting shores of earth
An emerald flame there ran,
Forest and field grew bright, and mirth
Gladdened the flocks of man. Then glory grew on earth and heaven,
Full glory of full day!
Then the bright rainbow's colours seven
On every iceberg lay!In Balder's hand Christ placed His own,
And it was golden weather,
And on that berg as on a throne
The Brethren stood together!And countless voices far and wide
Sang sweet beneath the sky —
"All that is beautiful shall abide,
All that is base shall die.".
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