Sonnet
on thinking about Daniel Halévy while the register is being marked.
His eyes are like radiant black night
His is the fine head of the powerful Egyptians
Who construct their slow poses
On their ancient sarcophagi.
His nose is so strong and delicate
Like light slender capitals
His lips have the dark lustre
Of reddening bilberries.
Upon his abundant soul, mocking in its savagery,
The universe is reflected thus
In glorious imagery
Whilst a subtle and select fire
Animates this soul and this Nubian body
With exquisite enchanting vivacity.
Written 10 May 1889.