The Yellow Book (v. 13)
Book format: An electronic version of a printed book that can be read on a computer or handheld device designed specifically for this purpose.
Publisher: Date:8/5/2009 - General Books LLC
By: Copeland and Day
Excerpt from book: Sonnets From the Portuguese of Antbcro de Quental By Richard Garnett, C.B., LL.D. With thistle's azure flower my home I hung, And did with redolence of musk perfume, And, robed in purple raiment's glowing gloom, Low prelude to my coming carol sung. Spikenard, from Orient groves transported, clung To brow and hand : if so my humble room Might undishonoured harbour her, for whom Soon should its welcoming door be widely flung. What princess, fairy, angel from above, Some radiant sphere relinquishing for me, Bowed to my habitation poor and cold ? Princess nor sprite nor fay, but memory Of thee it was that came to knock where Love Expecting sat behind a gate of gold. Royal Royal I dream myself, and realm is mine Isled far apart in Oriental seas, Where night is lustrous glow and balmy peace, And the full moon doth on the waters shine. Spices their aromatic breath consign To lucid space untroubled by a breeze, And 'neath the shadow of the fringing trees Gleams the light foamwork of the lipping brine. There I in ivory pavilion keep, And question with myself, and find no end : But thou, my Love, dost wander through the glade Of sward secluse, where moon and night contend : Or couched beneath a palm dost taste of sleep, Low at thy feet thy guardian lion laid. When, hand in hand enlinked, we hie to fill Our baskets with the valley's modest flowers : Or at a bound the grassy crest is ours Of the high mount, where dews are sparkling still : Or, gazing from the solitary hill, View the pale sea remote, as evening lours And clouds, like ruins of fantastic towers, Are piled and crumbled at the breeze's will: How oft doth silence seize on thee at once ! With light, whence caught who knows ? thine eye is rife, EV ...