Its Edges Foamed With Amethyst And Rose, Withers Once More The Old Blue Flower Of Day: There Where The Ether Like A Diamond Glows Its Petals Fade Away. A Shadowy Tumult Stirs The Dusky Air; Sparkle The Delicate Dews, The Distant Snows; The Great Deep Thrills For Through It Everywhere The Breath Of Beauty Blows. I Saw How All The Trembling Ages Past, Moulded To Her By Deep And Deeper Breath, Neared To The Hour When Beauty Breathes Her Last And Knows Herself In Death.