Beauty Unpraised by Richard Aldington

There is only you.
The rest are palterers, slovens, parasites. 
You only are strong, clear-cut, austere;
Only about you the light curls
Like a gold laurel bough.

Your words are cold flaked stone,
Scentless white violets?

Laugh!
Let them blunder.
The sea is ever the sea
And none can change it,
None possess it.