Pennies from time. Vision and touch comprise

Yesterday’s promise, today’s token

Of a fulfillment that shall have no need to be perceived or spoken,

Wherein all love is the award

Poured upon beauty and no heart is broken

And no grief is stored.

For never beauty dies

That lived. Nightly the skies

Assemble stars, the light of hopeful eyes,

And daily brood on the communal breath—