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