The Body — Summary

When I had dreamed and dreamed what woman's beauty was, And how that beauty seen from unseen surely flowed, I turned and dreamed again, but sleeping now no more: My eyes shut and my mind with inward vision glowed.

"I did not think!" I cried, seeing that wavering shape That steadied and then wavered, as a cherry bough in June Lifts and falls in the wind--each fruit a fruit of light; And then she stood as clear as an unclouded moon.

As clear and still she stood, moonlike remotely near; I saw and heard her breathe, I years and years away. Her light streamed through the years, I saw her clear and still, Shape and spirit together mingling night with day.

Water falling, falling with the curve of time Over green-hued rock, then plunging to its pool Far, far below, a falling spear of light; Water falling golden from the sun but moonlike cool:

Water has the curve of her shoulder and breast, Water falls as straight as her body rose, Water her brightness has from neck to still feet, Water crystal-cold as her cold body flows.

But not water has the colour I saw when I dreamed, Nor water such strength has. I joyed to behold How the blood lit her body with lamps of fire And made the flesh glow that like water gleamed cold.

A flame in her arms and in each finger flame, And flame in her bosom, flame above, below, The curve of climbing flame in her waist and her thighs; From foot to head did flame into red flame flow.

I knew how beauty seen from unseen must rise, How the body's joy for more than body's use was made. I knew then how the body is the body of the mind, And how the mind's own fire beneath the cool skin played.

O shape that once to have seen is to see evermore, Falling stream that falls to the deeps of the mind, Fire that once lit burns while aught burns in the world, Foot to head a flame moving in the spirit's wind!

If these eyes could see what these eyes have not seen-- The inward vision clear--how should I look for joy, Knowing that beauty's self rose visible in the world Over age that darkens, and griefs that destroy?

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The speaker describes a vision that begins in dreaming and then continues with his eyes shut and his mind awake. He sees a woman’s figure waver and then stand clear, moonlike and remote, yet alive with breath. As he contemplates her, he compares her body to falling water—cool, curved, bright—but water cannot capture the inner flame he perceives. Her blood seems to light her limbs from within, and he realizes that beauty rises from an unseen source: the body is the body of the mind, its cool surface animated by that inner fire.

The mood is one of awe and almost reverent wonder. The speaker is overwhelmed, even a little unsettled, by the thought that such beauty might appear visibly in the world, where age and grief could dim it.

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