Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath
His lordly ships of ice Glisten in the sun;
On each side, like pennons wide, Flashing crystal streamlets run
"Build me straight,
O worthy Master
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle
" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work,...
Lo
in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest
And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and rec...