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