For ages that come after we’ll not sigh,
For we have bought the best with this our breath—
Alone remembered joy is safe from death.
XXXVI
“O! palagio d’Ilio, in alta stanza—”
Gabriele d’Annunzio
I’m grateful for that sonnet that you read
With such a thrill of voice I seemed to see
The laughing Cyclades again, gayly
Ships slipping down the shining wind’s roadstead