o on. As urned over t t;du supplice encore mal lavé:e,quot; s do;doigts de faune.quot;  e taper fingers, sly in spite of ill o tanzas upon Venice:

    Sur une gamme cique,

    Le sein de peries ruisselant,

    La Vénus de lAdriatique

    Sort de leau son corps rose et blanc.

    Les d?mes, sur lazur des ondes

    Suivant la pour,

    Senflent comme des gorges rondes

    Que soulève un soupir damour.

    Lesquif aborde et me dépose,

    Jetant son amarre au pilier,

    Devant une fa?ade rose,

    Sur le marbre dun escalier.

    e to be floating doer-y, seated in a black gondola railing curtains. to raigurquoise-blue t folloo ted birds t flutter round tall alk, ately grace, t-stained arcades. Leaning back  saying over and over to himself:

    Devant une fa?ade rose,

    Sur le marbre dun escalier.

    t  irred o mad delig Venice, like Oxford,  to true romantic, background  everyt of time, and intoret. Poor Basil!  a o die!

    ook up tried to forget.  fly in and out of ttle cafe at Smyrna ing turbaned mercs smoke tasselled pipes and talk gravely to eac ears of granite in its lonely sunless exile and longs to be back by t, lotus-covered Nile, ures  craeaming mud; o brood over tained marble, tell of t curious statue t Gautier compares to a contralto voice, t;monstre cquot; t couc after a time t of terror came over  if Alan Campbell s of England? Days o come.  could  al importance.

    t friends once, five years before-- almost