From the sea’s edge to the palace doors,
That have shut, have shut their valves of bronze—
And the windows too are lifeless eyes.
The galley grated on the stone;
He stepped out—and was alone:
No white-sailed hopes, no clouds, nor swans
To shatter the ocean’s calm, to break the sky’s.
Up the slow stairs:
Up the slow stairs:Did he know it was a dream?
First one foot up, then the other foot,