Calle Memo O Loredan
We were staying (that night) in a very old palace—
Very dark, very large, and sheer to the water below.
The rooms were silent and strange, and you were frightened:
The silver lamp gave a feeble, flickering glow.
And the bed had a high dark tester and carved black posts.
And behind our heads was a glimmer of old brocade.
Do you remember? you thought the shadows were full of ghosts,