Poem by Herman Melville

The Ravaged Villa

In shards the sylvan vases lie,
  Their links of dance undone,
And brambles wither by thy brim,
  Choked fountain of the sun!
The spider in the laurel spins,
  The weed exiles the flower:
And, flung to kiln, Apollo's bust
  Makes lime for Mammon's tower.

1. The Enviable Isles
2. The Night March
3. Old Counsel
4. To Ned
5. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening

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