summer, San Tropez.

summer, San Tropez. Another lifetime ago yet, some had massed away! But I could not, from eyes I saw, enjoy another way! For there were only waves of thought, indentured I the slave! Of thee I caught, the visions sought! The touch was all belayd, For treasures fast were measured last, but sat there in the shade, Thy love were ancient, leisured lash, and seasoned with the day!