I am the torch, she saith, and what to me br If the moth die of me? I am the flame br Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see br Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame, br But live with that clear life of perfect fire br Which is to men the death of their desire. br br I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen br Troy burn, and the most loving knight lie dead. br The world has been my mirror, time has been br My breath upon the glass; and men have said, br Age after age, in rapture and despair, br Love's poor few words, before mine image there.