All naked， fair to fair，

    The earth is crying-sweet，

    And scattering-bright the air，

    Eddying， dizzying， closing round，

    With soft and drunken laughter；

    Veiling all that may befall

    After —— after ——

    Where Beauty and Beauty met，

    Earth's still a-tremble there，

    And winds are scented yet，

    And memory- soft the air，

    Bosoming， folding glints of light，

    And shreds of shadowy laughter；

    Not the tears that fill the years

    After —— after ——