ITS edges foam'd with amethyst and rose, <br />Withers once more the old blue flower of day: <br />There where the ether like a diamond glows, <br /> Its petals fade away. <br /> <br />A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky air; <br />Sparkle the delicate dews, the distant snows; <br />The great deep thrills--for through it everywhere <br /> The breath of Beauty blows. <br /> <br />I saw how all the trembling ages past, <br />Moulded to her by deep and deeper breath, <br />Near'd to the hour when Beauty breathes her last <br /> And knows herself in death.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-breath-2/
