XI.YORK STAIRS.

Many a musing eye returns to thee,Against the formal street disconsolate,Who kept in green domains thy bridal state,With young tide-waters leaping at thy knee;And lest the ravening smoke, and enmityCorrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straightDesires thee safe afar, too graceful gate!Throned on a terrace of the Boboli.Nay, nay, thy use is here. Stand queenly thusTill the next fury; teach the time and usLeisure and will to draw a serious breath:Not wholly where thou art the soul is cowed,Nor the fooled capital proclaims aloudBarter is god, while Beauty perisheth.

Many a musing eye returns to thee,Against the formal street disconsolate,Who kept in green domains thy bridal state,With young tide-waters leaping at thy knee;And lest the ravening smoke, and enmityCorrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straightDesires thee safe afar, too graceful gate!Throned on a terrace of the Boboli.Nay, nay, thy use is here. Stand queenly thusTill the next fury; teach the time and usLeisure and will to draw a serious breath:Not wholly where thou art the soul is cowed,Nor the fooled capital proclaims aloudBarter is god, while Beauty perisheth.

Many a musing eye returns to thee,

Against the formal street disconsolate,

Who kept in green domains thy bridal state,

With young tide-waters leaping at thy knee;

And lest the ravening smoke, and enmity

Corrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straight

Desires thee safe afar, too graceful gate!

Throned on a terrace of the Boboli.

Nay, nay, thy use is here. Stand queenly thus

Till the next fury; teach the time and us

Leisure and will to draw a serious breath:

Not wholly where thou art the soul is cowed,

Nor the fooled capital proclaims aloud

Barter is god, while Beauty perisheth.


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