After a Dolmetsch Concert

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!