A poem entitled ‘Beauty’ written by Stuart Sutcliffe, inside a1956 copy of The Prescotian school magazine. Sutcliffe would have been 16 when this was published.
‘It comes and fades, but No excuse is proffered For this myth which captures Mankind under some ghoulish Spell. Who knows what fruitless ventures, Lost in this world’s entirety, are inspired, Allured by some clownish Amazon. Mentioned, whispered, from Some shadowed corner Of this brazen earth. Cut off, save for this wonderful thing Of Gods ! Beauty ! And ‘twill cling Forever to this dungeon cell. Call’t what you will, I call it Hell.’