LOVELINESS
HOW good it is, when overwrought, To seek the woods and find a thought, That to the soul's attentive sense Delivers much in evidence Of truths for which man long has sought— Truths, which no vulture years contrive To rob the heart of, holding it To all the glory infinite Of beauty that shall aye survive.
Still shall it lure us. Year by year Addressing now the spirit ear With thoughts, and now the spirit eye With visions that like gods go by, Filling the mind with bliss and fear — In spite of modern man who mocks The Loveliness of old, nor minds The ancient myths, gone with the winds, And dreams that people woods and rocks.