To Julia Marlowe
(Reading Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn)
Long had I loved this “Attic shape,” the brede
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.
To Julia Marlowe
(Reading Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn)
Long had I loved this “Attic shape,” the brede
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.