Sing while I rest and dream.
What swart Penthesilea, Amazon,
Hath, smitten, hurled her shield, that crescent there;
To wrench the barbéd arrow leaned,—voiced one
Defiant shout, breathed her red life in air.—
Tho' life be close to sunset, lo,
Into the sunset let us go
Still lyring joy not woe.
How swims the Night thro' the deep-oceaned sky!
How at pale lips blown stars like bubbles break,