Like those reflected in yon quiet pool,
Cannot be lasting in a world whose pleasure
(And whose best beauty, beautiful as it is)
Seems but a fleeting sun-beam's gift, whose peace
The sufferance only of a breath of air!"
... so serene and bright
Cannot be lasting in a world like ours,
One whose best beauty, beautiful as it is,
Like that reflected in yon quiet pool
Seems but a fleeting sun-beam's gift, whose peace