Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="11"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>In the South</p> <p>I was pale and sad in the South like the olive-trees<br/> That droop their silver heads by the dusty roads,<br/> And are grave and cold and grey in spite of the sun . . .<br/> In the veils of rose and blue that the bright dawn spun<br/> Day wrapped me round in vain!<br/> I longed for the lovers and friends I had left behind,<br/> I longed for the North again.</p> <p>I was deaf to song, and even to beauty blind,<br/> Blind to the magic woof that summer weaves,<br/> While roses beat their pearl and ruby leaves<br/> Against my window pane . . .<br/> And orange flowers so passionately white,<br/> So richly perfumed, pined for my delight:<br/> Only my faint heart sighed,<br/> In pity when the glory waned and died,<br/> For all that lovely life unsatisfied!</p> <p>I was pale and sad in the South like the olive-trees<br/> That droop their silver heads by the dusty roads . . .</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />