XXIII
Music
DOWN the quiet eve,Thro’ my window with the sunsetPipes to me a distant organFoolish ditties;
And, as when you changePictures in a magic lantern,Books, beds, bottles, floor, and ceilingFade and vanish,
And I’m well once more …August flares adust and torrid,But my heart is full of AprilSap and sweetness.
In the quiet eveI am loitering, longing, dreaming …Dreaming, and a distant organPipes me ditties.
I can see the shop,I can smell the sprinkled pavement,Where she serves—her chestnut chignonThrills my senses!
O, the sight and scent,Wistful eve and perfumed pavement!In the distance pipes an organ …The sensation
Comes to me anew,And my spirit for a momentThro’ the music breathes the blessèdAirs of London.