EIDOLON
Chryselephantine, clear as carven flame,
Before my gaze, thy soul's eidolon stands,
As on the threshold of the frozen lands
A frozen sun forevermore the same.
Before my gaze, thy soul's eidolon stands,
As on the threshold of the frozen lands
A frozen sun forevermore the same.
All passion that the passive marbles make
Imperishable in their shining sleep,
Is thine; and all the wan despairs that weep
With tears of ice and crystal, cannot break
Imperishable in their shining sleep,
Is thine; and all the wan despairs that weep
With tears of ice and crystal, cannot break
The heart, which, like a ruby white and rare,
In thy deep breast impenetrably gleams.***
More beautiful than any sphynx, and fair
In thy deep breast impenetrably gleams.***
More beautiful than any sphynx, and fair
As Aphrodite dead, thine image seems—
Guarding forever, in its golden eyes,
The treasure of intagliate memories.
Guarding forever, in its golden eyes,
The treasure of intagliate memories.