I mount the stairs and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, “Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.”
LA FIGLIA CHE PIANGE
O quam te memorem virgo...
tand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—