The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse:
“Poor wandering water-weed, where dost thou go,
Astray upon the ocean’s restless pulse?”
It said: “I do not know.
“At a cliff’s foot I clung and was content,
Swayed to and fro by warm and shallow waves;...
She wanders up and down the main
Without a master, nowhere bound;
The currents turn her round and round,
Her track is like a tangled skein;
And never helmsman by his chart
So strange a way as hers may steer
To enter port or to depart...
One sat within a hung and lighted room—
A little shape, with face between his wings,
And in the light made of all golden things
He seemed a warm and living rose abloom;
And one without sobbed in the night and gloom,
And all about him was a pilgrim’s weed,...
Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan bonnet,
And many humming-birds were fastened on it.
I sat beside Alicia at the play;
Her violet eyes with tender tears were wet
(The diamonds in her ears less bright than they)
For pity of the woes of Juliet:...
Still as I move thou movest,
Sister of mine, silent and left of the light.
Why dost thou follow my way
All through the hours of the day?
Where dost thou wait all the night
For the coming of light?
Is it then that thou lovest
Me, that...
