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.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tides-of-change/
