WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY

Who walks with Beauty has no need of fear:

The sun and moon and stars keep pace with him;

Invisible hands restore the ruined year,

And time itself grows beautifully dim.

One hill will keep the footprints of the moon

That came and went a hushed and secret hour;

One star at dusk will yield the lasting boon:

Remembered beauty's white, immortal flower.

Who takes of Beauty wine and daily bread,

Will know no lack when bitter years are lean;

The brimming cup is by, the feast is spread;

The sun and moon and stars his eyes have seen,

Are for his hunger and the thirst he slakes:

The wine of Beauty and the bread he breaks.