(To be sung by a Eunuch) I HAVE known beauty Of skies at eve Beneath the shadows That interweave The boughs that grieve. I have known beauty Of suns that set With fire of amber And coronet Of pearl inlet. I have known beauty Of fields at dawn When April shivers On gilded corn, And hope is born. I have known beauty Of Summer, Spring, Nebulous Autumn Cloud gathering With frail-poised wing. I have known beauty— But none so fair To match the splendour Of my love’s hair And snow limbs bare. |