Chapter XV: Epilogue

As children keep
Some spiraled shell or crystal crusted stone
For wonder and for solace, when alone
They fall asleep,

So do I soft caress
And guard through days of World-dark such a charm
And cherish from indifference and harm
One loveliness.

And every Grecian vase
And sculptured fragment to my eyes doth mean
Life, calm and balanced, simple, and serene,
Transcending Race!

Transcriber’s Notes

Obvious punctuation errors and omissions have been corrected.

Page 37: “grim Thermoyplæ” changed to “grim Thermopylæ”

Page 108: “the rythm is feebler” changed to “the rhythm is feebler”