No flame shall bid
Pour into light of the air
For God's Jews to see.'
Mocked the wheat to the wind—
'Kiss me! Kiss me!'
MIRAGE
... And burned the topless towers of Ilium
STRANGE fabled face! From sterile shore to shore
O'er plunging seas, thick-sprent with glistening brine,
The voyagers of the World with sail and heavy oar