And you as well must die, beloved dust, <br />And all your beauty stand you in no stead; <br />This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, <br />This body of flame and steel, before the gust <br />Of Death, or under his autumnal frost, <br />Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead <br />Than the first leaf that fell,--this wonder fled. <br />Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. <br />Nor shall my love avail you in your hour. <br />In spite of all my love, you will arise <br />Upon that day and wander down the air <br />Obscurely as the unattended flower, <br />It mattering not how beautiful you were, <br />Or how beloved above all else that dies.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-08-and-you-as-well-must-die-beloved-dust/
