PALE Ilaria, Beauty's daughter, Does your face beneath the water, Glimmering darkly up between us, Hint to you another Venus Shaping there From throat to hair Swirling in the water? Lo, my hand dissolves in foaming All the wonder that was coming, Yet I nearly caught her. Dark Ilaria, why this dreaming, Rings and fingers dipt and streaming? Does your heart hold some reflection Of a dawning dim perfection, Eyes that hide Under a tide 'Wildering and streaming? Eyes not yours, that make replying, Ever sinking, never dying? Lean down to meet that gleaming. |