22 BEAUTY AND BEAUTY

By Rupert Brooke

When Beauty and Beauty meet

All naked，fair to fair，

The earth is crying-sweet，

And scattering-bright the air，

Eddying，dizzying，closing round，

With soft and drunken laughter；

Veiling all that may befall

After—after—

Where Beauty and Beauty met，

Earth's still a-tremble there，

And winds are scented yet，

And memory-soft the air，

Bosoming，folding glints of light，

And shreds of shadowy laughter；

Not the tears that fill the years

After—after—