EPILOGUE
As children keep
Some spiraled shell or crystal crusted stone
For wonder and for solace, when alone
They fall asleep,
So do I soft caress
And guard through days of World-dark such a charm
And cherish from indifference and harm
One loveliness.
And every Grecian vase
And sculptured fragment to my eyes doth mean
Life, calm and balanced, simple, and serene,
Transcending Race!