Alas

One moment take thy rest.
Out of mere nought in space
Beauty moved human breast
To tell in this far face
A dream in noonday seen,
Never to fade or pass;
A breath-time’s mute delight;
A joy in flight:
The aught desire doth mean
Sighing, Alas!

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“Alas” was published in the magazine The Owl in October 1919.