I Shall Make Beauty Out Of Many Things: Lights, Colours, Motions, Sky And Earth And Sea, The Soft Unbosoming Of All The Springs Which That Inscrutable Hand Allows To Me, Odours Of Flowers, Sounds Of Smitten Strings, The Voice Of Many A Wind In Many A Tree, Fields, Rivers, Moors, Swift Feet And Floating Wings, Rocks, Caves, And Hills That Stand And Clouds That Flee. Men Also And Women, Beautiful And Dear, Shall Come And Pass And Leave A Fragrant Breath; And My Own Heart, Laughter And Pain And Fear, The Majesties Of Evil And Of Death; But Never, Never Shall My Verses Trace The Loveliness Of Your Most Lovely Face.