Becomes the swinging sign
Of merry hostelries, where I
May pause awhile and dine.
The sky is lapis lazuli
Bestrewn by clouds of pearl,—
Who would not be a butterfly
Instead of just a girl?
SERAPHIS
He tasted dragon’s blood
Becomes the swinging sign
Of merry hostelries, where I
May pause awhile and dine.
The sky is lapis lazuli
Bestrewn by clouds of pearl,—
Who would not be a butterfly
Instead of just a girl?
He tasted dragon’s blood