The Marchioness of Brinvilliers

by Herman Melville

Herman Melville

He toned the sprightly beam of morning
With twilight meek of tender eve,
Brightness interfused with softness,
Light and shade did weave:
And gave to candor equal place
With mystery starred in open skies;
And, floating all in sweetness, made
Her fathomless mild eyes.





Last updated January 14, 2019