There in the speaking garden, in the rich
assurance of a natural rhetoric,
we made our truth: or gallant on the beach
with infinite failure - rock that beckoned rock
- we knew the sea had promises to break
more often than its argument confessed.
Here the protecting fallacy was lost;
here naked man shrank before nature's look.

Lady, for all, all we observe in you
of seascape or of garden speech, leaves bare
the loneliness man is and locks him in:

for what is human nature is not there,
or is his own belief, forced to be true
as friend or understanding or as man.