Out of the conquered Past
 Unravishable Beauty;
Hearts that are dew and dust
 Rebuking the dream of Death;
Flower o' the clay downcast
 Triumphant in Earth's aroma;
Strings that were strained in rust
 A-tremble with Music's breath!

Wine that was spilt in haste
 Arising in fumes more precious;
Garlands that fell forgot
 Rooting to wondrous bloom;
Youth that would flow to waste
 Pausing in pool-green valleys —
And Passion that lasted not
 Surviving the voiceless Tomb!