What beauty is I’ve never known,
For if you snare it, lo – its flown.
But comes a moment, unaware
She softly whispers: “I am here”.
“Here in the wind and in the sky,
In deep-mossed earth and storm-clouds high,
Here in the trees and the caring face,
And the stars that glitter in the vasts of space.
“In snow and fog and clear-burning fires,
In halls and fountains and sun-gilt spires,
In music and paintings and old vellum’d books,
And rainbows and windmills and elm-haunting rooks.
“In every leaf and in every tear,
If you lovingly seek you will find me there,
Just look with eyes that truly see
And thou in Elysium with me shalt be”.