ROMANCE
And bared a queen's breast, where an asp had bitten.
And each one hurries, careless of his ticket's reading,
To the same city, with its numberless gates,
Choicelessly speeding
To the wild scattering destiny, that awaits
Body and soul, apprenticed to voyages deeper,
Further, more magical, than fantastic trips
On flying carpets, or the dream-voyage that whips
Capriciously the unresisting sleeper.
Perhaps it greets us, with the next vague glance,—
And we speak of Romance!
To the same city, with its numberless gates,
Choicelessly speeding
To the wild scattering destiny, that awaits
Body and soul, apprenticed to voyages deeper,
Further, more magical, than fantastic trips
On flying carpets, or the dream-voyage that whips
Capriciously the unresisting sleeper.
Perhaps it greets us, with the next vague glance,—
And we speak of Romance!
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