The darkness of the trees at deep midnight

And sombreness of shadows in the lake;

A mountain in the starlight wide awake

Dreaming to Heaven with imperial might

Of lifted shoulders, huge against the bright

Bespattered jewelry of stars—the ache

Of silence, and the sobbing tides that break

From music. Slumbering cities—candle light

Snuffed in the flooding darkness, and the train

Of Queens that go to scaffold for a sin—

Or splash of blackness manifest of pain,

Hamlet among his court, a Harlequin

Of tragedies ... Mysterious ... And again

Venetian masks against a milky skin.