George Santayana - "A thousand beauties that have never been" lyrics

A thousand beauties that have never been Haunt me with hope and tempt me to pursue; The gods, methinks, dwell just behind the blue; The satyrs at my coming fled the green. The flitting shadows of the grove between The dryads' eyes were winking, and I knew The wings of sacred Eros as he flew And left me to the love of things not seen. 'Tis a sad love, like an eternal prayer, And knows no keen delight, no faint surcease. Yet from the seasons hath the earth increase, And heaven shines as if the gods were there. Had Dian pa**ed there could no deeper peace Embalm the purple stretches of the air.