To live the life I shudder at in dream.
LINES WRITTEN ON SEEING HENRI’S PAINTING OF THE LADY IN BLACK VELVET
The Lady in black velvet is the night,
The deep, uncanny, weird, mysterious night,
The witching, troubling, awe-inspiring night,
Serene and silent, sweet and subtle night,
Tempestuous, tragic, black and feverish night.
The Lady in black velvet is the night,
Her robe of black as black as blackest night,
Enfolds a world—a world of sleepless night,