I. Wherein Is It So Beautiful? In All Things Dim And All Things Cool: In Silence, That Is Built Of Leaves And Wind And Spray Of Waterfall; And, Golden As The Half-Ripe Sheaves, In Light That Is Not Light At All. Ii. Wherein Is It Like Joy And Spring? In Petaled Musk And Singing Wing: In Dreams, That Come Like Butterflies And Moths, Dim-Winged With Downy Grey; And Myths, That Watch With Bark-Brown Eyes Beauty Who Sleeps Beside The Way. Iii. Wherein, Heart, Is It All In All? In What To Me Did There Befall: The Echo Of A Word Once Said, That Haunts It Still Like Some Sweet Ghost; Youth'S Rapture, Bright And Gold Of Head, And The Wild Love There Found And Lost.