Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,

By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,

Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,

Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.

 

...

Poet:

Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;

Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;

Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds—

A sinless Idyll built of innocent words.


And Trouble, knocking at my window-pane

And...

Poet:

I know your heart, which overflows
With outworn loves long cast aside,

Still like a furnace flames and glows,

And you within your breast enclose
...

Poet:

I am as lovely as a dream in stone,

And this my heart where each finds death in turn,

Inspires the poet with a love as lone

As clay eternal and as taciturn.


Swan-white of heart,...

Poet:

Thou, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still,

The eve is thine which even now drops down,

To carry peace or care to human will,

And in a misty veil enfolds the town.


While...

Poet:

Robed in a silken robe that shines and shakes,
She seems to dance whene'er she treads the sod,

Like the long serpent that a...

Poet:

Fair is the sun when first he flames above,
Flinging his joy down in a happy beam;

And happy he who can salute with love
...

Poet: