Her for myself, and what's the earth
With all its art, verse, music; worth—
Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
"Schumann's our music-maker now;
Has his march-movement youth and mouth?
Ingres's the modern man that paints;
Which will lean on me, of his saints?
Heine for songs; for kisses, how?"
And did you, when we entered, reached
The votive frigate, soft aloft