Your reading lamps were lighted for me, cast

Their yellow beams upon the mid-night air.

But oh my heart which stopped and stood aghast

To see the lamp go out and note the glare

Of blue light set behind the Dante mask!

Who wore my robe of purple false and fair?

Who drank your precious vintage from the flask

Roman and golden whence I drank so late?

Who held you in his arms and thus could ask?

Receive your love? Mother of God! What fate