On a Lonely Spray

Under a lonely sky a lonely tree
Is beautiful. All that is loneliness
Is beautiful. A feather lost at sea,
A starling owl, a moth, a yellow tress
Of seaweed on a rock, is beautiful. The night-lit moon, wide-wandering in sky;
A blue-right spark, where ne'er a cloud is up ;
A wing where no wing is, it is so high ;
A bee in winter, and a buttercup,
Late-blown, are lonely, and are beautiful.

She, whom you saw but once, and saw no more ;
That he, who startled you, and went away ;
The eye that watched you from a cottage door ;
The first leaf, and the last ; the break of day ;
The mouse, the cuckoo, and the cloud, are beautiful.

For all that is, is lonely; all that may
Will be as lonely as is that you see ;
The lonely heart sings on a lonely spray,
The lonely soul swings lonely in the sea,
And all that loneliness is beautiful.

All, all alone, and all without a pert
Is beautiful, for beauty is all where ;
Where is an eye is beauty, where am heart
Is beauty, brooding out, on empty air,
All that is lonely and is beautiful.