22 BEAUTY AND BEAUTY
By Rupert Brooke
When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked，fair to fair，
The earth is crying-sweet，
And scattering-bright the air，
Eddying，dizzying，closing round，
With soft and drunken laughter；
Veiling all that may befall
After—after—
Where Beauty and Beauty met，
Earth's still a-tremble there，
And winds are scented yet，
And memory-soft the air，
Bosoming，folding glints of light，
And shreds of shadowy laughter；
Not the tears that fill the years
After—after—
