It is so long gone by, and yet
How clearly now I see it all!
The glimmer of your cigarette
The little chamber, narrow and tall

Perseus; your picture in its frame;
(How near they seem and yet how far!)
The blaze of kindled logs; the flame
Of tulips in a mighty jar

Florence and spring-time: surely each
Glad things unto the spirit saith
Why did you lead me in your speech
To these dark mysteries of death?