He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

When my arms wrap you round I

My heart upon the

That has long faded from the world;

The jewelled crowns that kings have

In shadowy pools, when armies fled;

The love-tales wrought with silken

By dreaming ladies upon

That has made fat the murderous moth;

The roses that of old time

Woven by ladies in their hair,

The dew-cold lilies ladies

Through many a sacred

Where such grey clouds of incense

That only God's eyes did not close:

For that pale breast and lingering

Come from a more dream-heavy land,

A more dream-heavy hour than this;

And when you sigh from kiss to kissI 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.