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!