“Out of the conquered Past  Unravishable Beauty;Hearts that are dew and dust  Rebuking the dream of Death;Flower of the clay down-cast  Triumphant in earth’s aroma;Strings that were strained in rust  A-tremble with Music’s breath!{{pb}}Wine that was spilt in haste  Arising in fumes more precious;Garlands that fell forgot  Rooting to wondrous bloom;Youth that would flow to waste  Pausing in pool-green valleys—And Passion that lasted not  Surviving the voiceless Tomb!”