What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

What is lovely never dies, put passes into other loveliness.

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation

When a man cuts himself absolutely adrift from custom, what an astonishingly light spar floats him! How few his wants are, after all!