LOST BEAUTY.
Reading edition
Because my fathers did, I seek my bed While winter night over my dreaming head Opens its gorgeous book of trees and stars Upon a world that sleeps. The Eastern bars Are crossed by ships, all constellation shaped, That sail the winter hills where snowy trees are draped. So I, whose muscles and whose blood are bound To this faint-hearted scheme of life, do pray Those that come after me, that they shall found Some life that does not sever night and day; So when God’s fleet sweeps up the midnight skies, His starry ships will hail unsleeping eyes.