Synopsis

I. Trillets of humor, — shrewdest whistle-wit, — Contralto cadences of grave desire Such as from off the ionate Indian pyre Drift down through sandal-odored flames that split About the slim young widow who doth sit And sing above, — midnights of tone entire, — Tissues of moonlight shot with songs of fire; — Bright drops of tune, from oceans infinite Of melody, sipped off the thin-edged wave