Waken from the sleep of clay
And rise and dance the world away.
GIOVANNI MALATESTA AT RIMINI
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man,
Walking one night, as he was used, being old,
Upon the grey seashore at Rimini,
And thinking dimly of those two whom love
Led to one death, and his less happy soul
For which Cain waited, heard a seagull scream,