PALAZZO PAGANI <br />This is the house where, twenty years ago, <br />They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gate <br />Would lead you to the terrace, and below <br />To a rose garden long since desolate. <br />Here they once lived. How often I have sat <br />Till it was dusk among the olive trees, <br />Waiting to hear their coming horse--hoofs grate <br />Upon the gravel; till the freshening breeze <br />Bore down a sound of voices. Even yet <br />A broken echo of their laughter rings <br />Through the deserted terraces; and see, <br />While I am speaking, from the parapet <br />There is a hand put forth, and some one flings <br />Her very window open overhead. <br />--How sweet it is, this scent of rosemary! <br />--These are the last tears I shall ever shed.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-cv/
