These are my happy penances. To make
Beauty without a Covenant; to take
Measure of time only because I know
That in death’s market-place I still shall owe
Service to beauty that shall not be done;
To know that beauty’s doctrine is begun
And makes a close in sacrifice; to find
In beauty’s courts the unappeasable mind.
HERE ENDS TIDES A BOOK OF POEMS
by John Drinkwater the Typography and Binding