DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS 



Dense incense makes faint the indicible word, 

 Folding round broider'd vestments and far flash- 



ing gems 



Of pontiff's tiaras and kings diadems. 

 The cups of the tall-springing lilies confuse 

 With white maidens' faces moist-eyed, while the 



dews 

 Shine ghostlike and pallid on mist-breathing 



grass, 

 Where pearl-sprinkled sandals fall light as they 



pass ; 



The maid's trailing garments glide over and raise 

 Such light stir as June in her slumberous days 

 Permits to low zephyrs with pauses between 

 Lest they wanton too long with the leaf's silver 



sheen ; 



The cooing dove murmurs in languorous elms 

 Of the dream and the dreamer in reverie's 



realms. 



O willow-sweet maidens! What maidens are 



these, 

 Curd-white in the moonlight and honey-lipp'd 



breeze ? 



Old voices grow faint, from the summit they fall, 

 Your measures enchant me, I come at your call. 



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