And how his face
Woke to trill and carolette
All the cages that were set
About the place.
In the tender morning light
All around lay strange and bright
And still and sweet,
And the gray doves unafraid
Went their morning promenade
Along the street.
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YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung,
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Where below another skyParrot islands anchored lie,And, watched by cockatoos and goats,Lonely Crusoes building boats;–Where in sunshine reaching outEastern cities, miles about,Are with mosque and minaretAmong sandy gardens set,And the rich goods from near and farHang for sale in the bazaar;–Where the Great Wall round China goes,And on one side the desert blows,And with the…
I.
And fields of gray-flowered grass,Where by the yellow summer moonMy Jenny seemed to pass.I dreamed the yellow summer moon,Behind a cedar wood,Lay white on fields of rippling grassWhere I and Jenny stood.I dreamed – but fallen through my dream,In a rainy land I lieWhere wan wet morning crowns the hillsOf grim reality.II.I am as one…
NOW in the sky
Now in a drawer the direful cane,That sceptre of the . . . reign,And the long hawser, that on the backOf Marsyas fell with many a whack,Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,Now sleep till the October ides.In summer if the boys be well.