This poem describes the speaker's love entering their desolate city like a gondola drifting through Venice. The speaker's love leaps forth and vanishes like swirling blue smoke, renewing their passion. Their beloved is compared to a rose-yellow moon shining faintly through misty tree boughs. The speaker's love trembles like a young beech tree standing still in the evening light, seeming to fear the stars. The speaker's desires have run with red deer high on a distant mountain beyond the last pine trees. Like a flower shaken by wind and filled again with rain, the speaker's heart slowly fills with tears until their love returns.
This poem describes the speaker's love entering their desolate city like a gondola drifting through Venice. The speaker's love leaps forth and vanishes like swirling blue smoke, renewing their passion. Their beloved is compared to a rose-yellow moon shining faintly through misty tree boughs. The speaker's love trembles like a young beech tree standing still in the evening light, seeming to fear the stars. The speaker's desires have run with red deer high on a distant mountain beyond the last pine trees. Like a flower shaken by wind and filled again with rain, the speaker's heart slowly fills with tears until their love returns.
This poem describes the speaker's love entering their desolate city like a gondola drifting through Venice. The speaker's love leaps forth and vanishes like swirling blue smoke, renewing their passion. Their beloved is compared to a rose-yellow moon shining faintly through misty tree boughs. The speaker's love trembles like a young beech tree standing still in the evening light, seeming to fear the stars. The speaker's desires have run with red deer high on a distant mountain beyond the last pine trees. Like a flower shaken by wind and filled again with rain, the speaker's heart slowly fills with tears until their love returns.
This poem describes the speaker's love entering their desolate city like a gondola drifting through Venice. The speaker's love leaps forth and vanishes like swirling blue smoke, renewing their passion. Their beloved is compared to a rose-yellow moon shining faintly through misty tree boughs. The speaker's love trembles like a young beech tree standing still in the evening light, seeming to fear the stars. The speaker's desires have run with red deer high on a distant mountain beyond the last pine trees. Like a flower shaken by wind and filled again with rain, the speaker's heart slowly fills with tears until their love returns.