3.

True I must die, but wail no more, poor Spirit,
true I must suffer for alas, they know

not yet My Father; true I must pass the gate
of death, of Hell, but wail no more,

I come to comfort you (O, soon I come),
there I will save all beauty that has been,

there I shall create all beauty that shall be,
peace Spirit of Beauty that has been,

Peace, Aphrodite, peace Astarte, peace Cyprus,
peace, be still:

peace Cybele whose worship on the hills,
brought many from their weary toil,

from the stale air of teeming cities;
I who have loved the mountains, can I fail to see

that mountain-worship is allied to Beauty?
peace, Cybele, the hills have known me and shall know:

peace Maia, Gaia, Kore — you have known
peace more than many, many that shall come;

your orgies were not of the sword
your hedges border paradise,

the blood you shed was of the bull and ram,
not of your fellow-man ...