 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE MARCHIONESS OF BRINVILLIERS
He toned the sprightly beam of morningWith twilight meek of tender eve,
Brightness interfused with softness,
Light and shade did weave:
And gave to candor equal place
With mystery starred in open skies;
And, floating all in sweetness, made
Her fathomless mild eyes.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |