An iris-flower with topaz leaves, With a dark heart of deeper gold, Died over Delos when light failed And the night grew cold. No wave fell mourning in the sea Where age on age beauty had died; For that frail colour withering away No sea-bird cried. There is no grieving in the world As beauty fades throughout the years: The pilgrim with the weary heart Brings to the grave his tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LOVER PLEADS WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ALAS! POOR QUEEN by MARION ANGUS LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON |