Into the saddle and the dull way creeps
Beneath the spurred impatience of his horse,
He longs so for me!
(Pause—She scans the moonlit country.)
Shrouded like a corse,
Hoarding a mother’s secret, lies the sea;
And Capri, like a giant Niobe,
Outgazes Fate!
O sweet, too gentle lies
And kisses sword-like! Would the sun might rise