晚安，晚安。
II. A GAME OF CHESS
The Chair she sat in, like a burhrone,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched delabra
Refleg light upoable as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and class
Unstoppered, lurked her strange syic perfumes,
U, powdered, or liquid - troubled, fused
And drowhe sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these asded
In fattening the prolonged dle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and e, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan se
The ge of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled oair.
Uhe firelight, uhe brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
"I never know what you are thinking. Think."
I think we are in rats alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
"What is that noise?
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