Show VEXICE IX AVTVMX To this black shellincrusted stake Girt with sea grasses moist and green I now would moor my boat and make A survey of the lonely scene Here all Is sad and still and gray Wide water fields around me lie Cool mirrors that for miles away Reflect the pale October sky Where at the citys boundary Trees crowd and garden bushes spread Wan slanting sunlight fitfully Brightens their blots of brown and red Q Or touches on the ocean rim Afar some ochretinted sail Of speeding boat where Chioggians swim Out to the Adriatic gale 5 5 5 The windowpanes ahoy the quay Row upon row and square on square Seem human faces turned to me With a vacant melancholy stare What would they watch Some gleaming train Of galleys go in silver state One black hull only drifts amain With one sad passenger as freight From Adriatica by Percy Pinkerton |