And This Is Why I Sojourn Here. Alone And Palely Loitering Poem by Nyx C Styx

oh beauty, vaster than your minute
and dearer than your hold on youth
I hold you in parts of half regard
loved far less than the need for truth
So much so that I could die for it
the comfort of passing off your charm
though at times I still despair
why I couldn't endure your little harm
they asked them why they stood there
"alone and palely loitering", the willingly aloof
it mattering not which bird would sing
if truth be said they still needed proof