Serata Di Fiesta

Here in a city made for love I wander loveless and alone, Longing for the unknown, Desiring one thing only, and above Desire in love with love. The beauty of the starlight dies Over the city, as a flower Droops, an unheeded hour; Ah! barren beauty, when no lovelier eyes Behold it as it dies. I wander loveless and alone, Alone with memory: she sings Of other wanderings; Even London half-divine, had I but known What 'tis to be alone. Had I but known! Could I but know If here, or here, for surely here The answer waits my ear, Some lips my lips, some hands my hands; but oh, Could these, could I, but know! We seek each other, can I doubt? For man is man, and woman kind, And he who seeks shall find, World without end; but how to ravel out The inextricable doubt? I am a shipwrecked sailor, lost For lack of water on the sea: Water, but none for me; Water, but I, thirsting and fever-tossed, In much abundance lost.