BEAUTY
NOT flesh alone am I, when I can be So swiftly caught in Beauty's shimmering2 thread Whose slender fibres, woven, held by me, With their frail3 strength my following heart have led.
Yea, not all mortal, not all death my mind, When, watching by lone1 twilight4 waters' brim I tremblingly decipher, as they wind, Her deathless hieroglyphs5, though strange and dim.
So for this faith, when Thou my dust shalt bring To dust, remember well, Great Alchemist, Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring, That I with Beauty still may keep my tryst6.