e a burnishrone,
Glohe glass
andards wrouged vines
From w
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting ligable as
tter of o meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked range syntic perfumes,
Unguent, poroubled, confused
And droirred by the air
t freshese ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung to the laquearia,
Stirring ttern on the coffered ceiling.
h copper
Burned green and orange, framed by tone,
In w a carved dolphin swam.
Above tique mantel was displayed
As the sylvan scene
the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet tingale
Filled all t h inviolable voice
And still sill the world pursues,
quot;Jug Jugquot; to dirty ears.
And otumps of time
ere told upon taring forms
Leaned out, leaning, he room enclosed.
Footsteps sair.
Under t, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Gloo ill.
quot;My nerves are bad to-nigay h me.
quot;Speak to me. hy do you never speak. Speak.
quot; are you t t?
quot;I never kno;
I ts alley
their bones.
quot; is t noise?quot;
the door.
quot; is t noise no;
Nothing.
quot;Do
quot;You knohing? Do you remember
quot;Not;
I remember
t were his eyes.
quot;Are you alive, or not? Is t;
But
O O O O t Shakespeherian Rag -
Its so elegant
So intelligent
quot; s s;
I s as I am, and reet
quot;it so-morrow?
quot; s;
t er at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and ing for a knock upon the door.
demobbed, I said -
I didnt