1. To Elmira

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see 

The wantonest singing birds, 

Are lips — and all thy melody 

Of lip-begotten words — 

 

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined 

Then desolately fall, 

O God! on my funereal mind 

Like starlight on a pall — 

  

Thy heart — thy heart! — I wake and sigh,  

And sleep to dream till day 

Of the truth that gold can never buy — 

Of the baubles that it may.