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Under the
arch of Life, where love and death,
Terror and
mystery, guard her shrine, I saw
Beauty enthroned;
and though her gaze struck awe,
I drew it in as
simply as my breath.
Hers are the eyes which, over
and beneath,
The sky and sea bend on thee, -which can
draw,
By sea or sky or woman, to one law,
The
allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.
This is
that Lady Beauty, in whose praise
Thy voice and hand
shake still, -long known to thee
By flying hair and
fluttering hem, -the beat
Following her daily of thy
heart and feet,
How passionately and irretrievably,
In what fond flight, how many ways and days!
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