After a Dolmetsch Concert

Out of the conquered Past
Unravishable Beauty;
Hearts that are dew and dust
Rebuking the dream of Death;
Flower o’ the clay downcast
Triumphant in Earth’s aroma;
Strings that were strained in rust
A-tremble with Music’s breath!

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