In the middle of countries, far fr
Are the little places one passes b
And never stops at; where the skie
Uninterrupted, and the level plain
Stretch green and yellow and green

We who are lovers sit by the fire,
Cradled warm 'twixt thought and wi
Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs
In the equipoise of all desire,
Sit and listen to the still

Noonday upon the Alpine meadows
Pours its avalanche of Light
And blazing flowers: the very shad
Translucent are and bright.
It seems a glory that nought surpa

Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze
All imperturbable do not
Even make pretences to regard
The justing absence of her stays,
Where many a Tyrian gallipot

Instants in the quiet, small sharp
Pierce my spirit with a thrust who
Baffles even the grasp of time.
Oh that I might reflect them
As swiftly, as keenly as they shin

We judge by appearance merely:
If I can’t think strangely, I can
So I grew the hair so long on my
That my mother wouldn’t know me,
Till a woman in a night-club said,

Old ghosts that death forgot to fe
Across the Lethe of the years -
These are my friends, and at their
I weep and with their mirth am mer
On a high tower, whose battlements

There had been phantoms, pale-reme
Of this and this occasion, sisterl
In their resemblances, each effigy
Crowned with the same bright hair
White rounded firmness, and each b

All fly—yet who is misanthrope?—
The actual men and things that pas
Jostling, to wither as the grass
So soon: and (be it heaven’s hope,
Or poetry’s kaleidoscope,

Oh wind-swept towers,
Oh endlessly blossoming trees,
White clouds and lucid eyes,
And pools in the rocks whose unplu
With who knows what of subtlety