AFTER TRYING MANY YEARS
After trying many years, and then near death, the able man may know an image living in the alpine stone. If at all, the high and new come slowly, and, for us, they do not last so long. Oh my beloved! Nature’s like that too, who tried for beauty times untold until she triumphed, and made you. Yet by that token she is old, and almost at the end of her career. So terror, which is always near to beauty, feeds desire strange food. My mind falls silent and no longer says, if joy or pain be more: the sight of you calls forth the End of Days, yet gives me great delight.
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