A Beauty that ever eludes these fleshly eyes
And fingers and lips …
Ere I can catch one gleam of the starry skies
The mystery slips,

Leaving an empty, desolate, mocking moan
In the little heart that greedily sought to hold
Vast beauty within its shadowy grasp and own
Elusive, starry gold!

Who are you, feeble, shadow-robed elf,
Striving again and again in vain to capture
Wealth of the deep, the shining, ineffable rapture
Which is the Self beyond self?