Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Yes. The obvious
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Everywhere, utterly.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
So, startled, quivering,
Glimmering of light:
XIII. The Route to the North
Preface to the 1948 Edition
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough