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Art thou more fair

For all the beauty gathered up in thee,

As gold and gems within some lightless sea?

For light of flowers, and bloom of tinted air,

Art thou more fair?

Art thou more strong

For powers that turn to thee as unto sleep?

For world and star that find thy ways more deep

Than light may tread, too wearisome for song

Art thou more strong?

Nay! thou art bare

For power and beauty on thine impotence

Bestowed by fruitful Time's magnificence;

For fruit of all things strong, and bloom of fair,

Thou still art bare.