上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Camma

(To Ellen Terry)

As one who poring on a Grecian urn

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,

God with slim goddess, goodly man with maid,

And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn

And face the obvious day, must I not yearn

For many a secret moon of indolent bliss,

When in midmost shrine of Artemis

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I see thee standing, antique-limbed, and stern?

And yet - methinks I'd rather see thee play

That serpent of old Nile, whose witchery

Made Emperors drunken, - come, great Egypt, shake

Our stage with all thy mimic pageants!  Nay,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I am grown sick of unreal passions, make

The world thine Actium, me thine Anthony!