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Out of the conquered Past
Unravishable Beauty, Hearts that are dew and dust
Rebuking the dream of Death; Flower of the clay down-cast
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!