Venice
The dews of a glittering midnight have lain on my hair,
And the courts gape wide from their moony mirrors cold
While I hold my breath for an echo upon the stair,
Awaiting the clanged armour, the ring and the gold,
Awaiting the preluding of an ancient air.
Will they tell as they long ago told me that yet I am fair?
For I dreamed in a slanderous dream of the woes of the old,
And the dews of a glittering midnight have lain on my hair.
And the courts gape wide from their moony mirrors cold
While I hold my breath for an echo upon the stair,
Awaiting the clanged armour, the ring and the gold,
Awaiting the preluding of an ancient air.
Will they tell as they long ago told me that yet I am fair?
For I dreamed in a slanderous dream of the woes of the old,
And the dews of a glittering midnight have lain on my hair.
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