CHOICE
Cloud-mademountains towered,Beckoning to me;Visionary triremesTalked about the sea....There were strings of camelsOn the Tunis sands....There were certain citiesHolding out their hands....Mine the choice that fetteredLips to fountain brim;Timed the droning transits—Bees in gardens dim.Thus I pay no tribute,Heed no tallier’s call;Only sound of kissesFrom a waterfall.Only honey drippingIn a hollow tree;First of hour glassesKeeping time for me.Only broken whispers,Tracing themes unsaid;Soft as tread of visionsO’er a poppy bed....
Cloud-mademountains towered,Beckoning to me;Visionary triremesTalked about the sea....There were strings of camelsOn the Tunis sands....There were certain citiesHolding out their hands....Mine the choice that fetteredLips to fountain brim;Timed the droning transits—Bees in gardens dim.Thus I pay no tribute,Heed no tallier’s call;Only sound of kissesFrom a waterfall.Only honey drippingIn a hollow tree;First of hour glassesKeeping time for me.Only broken whispers,Tracing themes unsaid;Soft as tread of visionsO’er a poppy bed....
Cloud-mademountains towered,Beckoning to me;Visionary triremesTalked about the sea....
Cloud-mademountains towered,
Beckoning to me;
Visionary triremes
Talked about the sea....
There were strings of camelsOn the Tunis sands....There were certain citiesHolding out their hands....
There were strings of camels
On the Tunis sands....
There were certain cities
Holding out their hands....
Mine the choice that fetteredLips to fountain brim;Timed the droning transits—Bees in gardens dim.
Mine the choice that fettered
Lips to fountain brim;
Timed the droning transits—
Bees in gardens dim.
Thus I pay no tribute,Heed no tallier’s call;Only sound of kissesFrom a waterfall.
Thus I pay no tribute,
Heed no tallier’s call;
Only sound of kisses
From a waterfall.
Only honey drippingIn a hollow tree;First of hour glassesKeeping time for me.
Only honey dripping
In a hollow tree;
First of hour glasses
Keeping time for me.
Only broken whispers,Tracing themes unsaid;Soft as tread of visionsO’er a poppy bed....
Only broken whispers,
Tracing themes unsaid;
Soft as tread of visions
O’er a poppy bed....