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A FRAGMENT
A FRAGMENT
Autumn far-off in memory,
That saw the crisping myrtles fade!****
Aeons agone, my tomb was made,
Beside the moon-constrainèd sea.
That saw the crisping myrtles fade!****
Aeons agone, my tomb was made,
Beside the moon-constrainèd sea.
Ah, wonderful its portals were!
With carven doors of chrysolite,
And walls of sombre syenite,
They wrought mine olden sepulchre!
With carven doors of chrysolite,
And walls of sombre syenite,
They wrought mine olden sepulchre!
About the griffin-guarded plinth,
White blossoms crowned the scarlet vine;
And burning orchids opaline
Illumed the palm and terebinth.
White blossoms crowned the scarlet vine;
And burning orchids opaline
Illumed the palm and terebinth.
On friezes of mine ancient fame,
The cypress wrought its writhen shade;
And through the boughs the ocean made
Moresques of blue and fretted flame.
The cypress wrought its writhen shade;
And through the boughs the ocean made
Moresques of blue and fretted flame.
Poet or prince, I may not know
My perished name, nor bring to mind
Years that are one with dust and wind,
Nor songless love, and tongueless woe—:
My perished name, nor bring to mind
Years that are one with dust and wind,
Nor songless love, and tongueless woe—:
Only the tomb they made for me,
With carven doors of chrysolite,
And walls of sombre syenite,
Beside the moon-constrainèd sea.
With carven doors of chrysolite,
And walls of sombre syenite,
Beside the moon-constrainèd sea.
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