Such beauty cannot be by chance,
The mere chance of an atom-dance.
The fair shape of a soft sea-moon
Was never by mere hazard hewn.

A star which beams its lovely way
Into my heart has more to say
Than ever by Fortuity
Was lent to moon or star or sea.

If, then, moons bide, or pass away,
If not a star in heaven shall stay,
If, like all things, I too am spent,
It will not be by accident.