When my arms wrap you round I press <br />My heart upon the loveliness <br />That has long faded from the world; <br />The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled <br />In shadowy pools, when armies fled; <br />The love-tales wrought with silken thread <br />By dreaming ladies upon cloth <br />That has made fat the murderous moth; <br />The roses that of old time were <br />Woven by ladies in their hair, <br />The dew-cold lilies ladies bore <br />Through many a sacred corridor <br />Where such grey clouds of incense rose <br />That only God's eyes did not close: <br />For that pale breast and lingering hand <br />Come from a more dream-heavy land, <br />A more dream-heavy hour than this; <br />And when you sigh from kiss to kiss <br />I hear white Beauty sighing, too, <br />For hours when all must fade like dew. <br />But flame on flame, and deep on deep, <br />Throne over throne where in half sleep, <br />Their swords upon their iron knees, <br />Brood her high lonely mysteries.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-remembers-forgotten-beauty/
