Dedication
TO M.
TANT L VAUT, the Virgin name,
Five hundred years ago,
On stately hall and tower aflame,
Blazoned in gold, bade all acclaim
Her worth in high Rochepot.
Here above London’s roar I sit,
To watch the splendour flow
O’er myriad roof-trees glory-lit,
And read,—with golden fingers writ—
A sunset’s TANT L VAUT.
Darkness and stars begin to be,
Light leaves the world below;
Turning, a gracious form I see,
And vesper music wakes in me—
Ma deboinaire, très doulce amie,
Seule Etoile, TANT L VAUT.