After A Dolmetsch Concert Poem by Arthur Upson

Out of the conquered Past
   Unravishable Beauty;
Hearts that are dew and dust
   Rebuking the dream of Death;
Flower o' the clay downcast
   Triumphant in Earth's aroma;
Strings that were strained in rust
   A-tremble with Music's breath!

Wine that was spilt in haste
   Arising in fumes more precious;
Garlands that fell forgot
   Rooting to wondrous bloom;
Youth that would flow to waste
   Pausing in pool-green valleys --
And Passion that lasted not
   Surviving the voiceless Tomb!