Your beauty is as timeless as the earth;

[ZaunköniG]

Your beauty is as timeless as the earth;
All storied women meet rebloomed in you:--
Yet with some element of later birth,
Some savor strange, some light troubling and new.
You were not possible until to-day;
For in your soul the risen Celtic wind
Breathes audible; and tragic shadows grey
From dark Norwegian winters tinge your mind.
The longing of young painters who have been
Lemans of beauty, and grown faint thereby,--
The fierce unrest of toilers who have seen
Life as a cage of steam-shot agony,--
All weave around you, in the burning Now,
A lure undreamed on Helen's Phidian brow.