am alone in the swirling mist beside the frozen pools of the mountain. La Maliciosa XXVI Infinities away already are your very slender body and the tremendous dark of your eyes where once beyond the laughingness of childhood, came a breath of jessamine prophetic of summer, a sudden flutter of yellow butterflies above dark pools. Shall I take down my books and weave from that glance a romance and build tinsel thrones for you out of old poets' fancies? Shall I fashion a temple about you where to burn out my life like frankincense till you tower dark behind the sultry veil huge as Isis? Or shall I go back to childhood remembering butterflies in sunny fields to cower with you when the chilling shadow fleets across the friendly sun? Bordeaux XXVII And neither did Beatrice and Dante ... But Beatrice they say was a convention. November, 1916——February, 1917. [p. 65] [p. 65] NIGHTS AT BASSANO I DIRGE OF THE EMPRESS TAITU OF ABYSSINIA And when the news of the Death of the Empress of that Far Country did come to them, they fashioned of her an Image in doleful wise and poured out Rum and Marsala Sack and divers Liquors such as were procurable in that place into Cannikins to do her Honor and did wake and keen and make moan most piteously to hear. And that Night were there many Marvels and Prodigies observed; the Welkin was near consumed with fire and Spirits and Banashees grumbled and wailed above the roof and many that were in that place hid themselves in Dens and Burrows in the ground. Of the swanlike and grievously melodious
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