O Blue monotony of my heart!
Blue with languor are my dreams,
When the mournful moonlight seems
Clearer vision to impart:
Blue as is the house of shade,
Close within whose lofty green
Casements whose pellucid screen
Seems of crystal moonlight made,
Mighty vegetations rise,
Whose nocturnal shadow deep
Silent as a charmed sleep
Over passion's roses lies;
Where slow-rising waters gleam,
Mingling moon and heaven, and throb
In one eternal glaucous sob,
Monotonously as in a dream.