Classic Poem

Was there ever Beauty yet
Time forgot to counteract?
If by Sorrow unbeset,
Did her city go unsacked;
Nor some accident disguise
The Immortals' jealousies?

Beauty never comes on earth
But an equal Grief is born;
Hidden, maybe, in the dearth
Of the hours ere the morn;
Or that in her core are strife,
Gain of Love and loss of Life.

This is nothing new at all:
We have heard it all before:
Beauty one side of the Wall,
On the other side, the War.
Love and Death; and no denying
These things do not end by dying.