This Lunar Beauty, W. H. Auden, 1907-1973 This lunar beauty Has no history Is complete and early ; If beauty later Bear any feature It had a lover And is another. This like a dream Keeps other time, And daytime is The loss of this ; For time is inches And the heart's changes Where ghost has haunted, Lost and wanted. But this was never A ghost's endeavour Nor, finished this, Was ghost at ease ; And till it pass Love shall not near The sweetness here Nor sorrow take His endless look.