For You Are Abstract, Making

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

Escape From The Power Of The Hunting Pack, And To Know That Wisdom Is Best And Beauty Sheer Holiness.

Take What The Old-church Found In Mithra's Tomb, Candle And Script And Bell, Take What The New-church Spat Upon And Broke And Shattered.