The Savoy . HEN my arms wrap you round, I pressMy heart upon the lovelinessThat has long faded in the world ;The jewelled crowns that kings have hurledIn shadowy pools, when armies fled ;The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth ; The roses that of old time were Woven by ladies in their hair, Before they drowned their lovers eyes In twilight shaken with low sighs ; The dew-cold lilies ladies bore Through many a sacred corridor Where a so sleepy incense rose That only Gods eyes did not close : For that dim brow and lingering han
The Savoy . HEN my arms wrap you round, I pressMy heart upon the lovelinessThat has long faded in the world ;The jewelled crowns that kings have hurledIn shadowy pools, when armies fled ;The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth ; The roses that of old time were Woven by ladies in their hair, Before they drowned their lovers eyes In twilight shaken with low sighs ; The dew-cold lilies ladies bore Through many a sacred corridor Where a so sleepy incense rose That only Gods eyes did not close : For that dim brow and lingering hand Come from a more dream-heavy land, A more dream-heavy hour than this ; And, when you sigh from kiss to kiss, I hear pale Beauty sighing too, For hours when all must fade like dew Till there be naught but throne on throne Of seraphs, brooding, each alone, A sword upon his iron knees, On her most lonely mysteries. YV. B. FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE ii jIETZSCHE was by temperament a philosopher after themanner of the Greeks. In other words, philosophy was notto him, as to the average modern philosopher, a matter ofbooks and the study, but a life to be lived. It seemed tohim to have much less concern with truth than with theessentials of fine living. He loved travel and movement, heloved scenery, he loved cities and the spectacle of men, above all, he lovedsolitude. The solitude of cities drew him strongly ; he envied Heraclitus hisdesert study amid the porticoes and peristyles of the immense temple ofDiana. He had, however, his own favourite place of work, to which he oftenalludes, the Piazza di San Marco at Venice, amid the doves, in front of thestrange and beautiful structure which he loved, feared, and envied ; andhere in the spring, between ten oclock and mid-day, he found his bestphilosophic laboratory. It was in Italy that Nietzsche seems to have found himself most at home,although there are no signs tha
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