And lap me in delight.

To my Cigar.


PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.  1792-1822.

Then black despair,

The shadow of a starless night, was thrown

Over the world in which I moved alone.

The Revolt of Islam. Dedication. Stanza 6.

With hue like that when some great painter dips

His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.