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.