A Song For Marna.

Dame of the night of hair Like blue smoke blown! World yet undreamed-of there Lurks to be known. Dame of the dizzy eyes, Lure of dim quests! World of what midnights lies Under thy breasts! Dame of the quench of love, Give me to quaff! There's all the world's made of Under thy laugh. Dame of the dare of gods, Let the sky lower! Time, give the world for odds,— I choose this hour.