Herewith is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deem br Her evanescent roses bourgeon save br Within the sunlight tender on her grave? br Awake no winds but bear her dust, a gleam br In morning's prophecy or sunset's dream; br And every cry that ever Sirens gave br From islands mournful with the quiring wave br Was echo of a music once supreme. br All æons, conquests, excellencies, stars, br All pain and peril of seraphic wars, br Were met to shape thy soul's divinity. br Pause, for the breath of gods is on thy face! br The ghost of dawns forgotten and to be br Abides a moment in the twilight's grace.