Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/A Chain from Venice
A CHAIN FROM VENICE.
She stretches dimpled arms of snow; A glad smile lights her baby eyes:My little beauty, would you know The story of your shining prize?
It is a poet's golden thought Of you, that glitters like your hair,Of rich Venetian sunlight wrought Far in the South's enchanted air.
Ah, if you stay from Heaven to learn The years before you lying dim,You'll think, my darling, in return, A thought as beautiful of him.