THE UNCHANGING

By Walter de la Mare

After the songless rose of evening,

Night quiet, dark, still,

In nodding cavalcade advancing

Starred the deep hill:

You, in the valley standing,

In your quiet wonder took

All that glamour, peace, and mystery

In one grave look.

Beauty hid your naked body,

Time dreamed in your bright hair,

In your eyes the constellations

Burned far and fair.