This side or yon of Ocean’s maze
Nor dame nor damozel, I ween
So wholly parfaict yet hath been—
A dream, to think on her always:
Ye Gods! How good on her to gaze!...
III.
LES FOURRIERS D’ESTE SONT VENUS.
Ye maides in waiting all be here
Of Summertide, to deck her hall,
To hang her arras, woven all