LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE br br br LONG time I lay in little ease br Where, placed by the Turanian, br Marseilles, the many-masted, sees br The blue Mediterranean. br br Now songful in the hour of sport, br Now riotous for wages, br She camps around her ancient port, br As ancient of the ages. br br Algerian airs through all the place br Unconquerably sally; br Incomparable women pace br The shadows of the alley. br br And high o'er dark and graving yard br And where the sky is paler, br The golden virgin of the guard br Shines, beckoning the sailor. br br She hears the city roar on high, br Thief, prostitute, and banker; br She sees the masted vessels lie br Immovably at anchor. br br She sees the snowy islets dot br The sea's immortal azure, br And If, that castellated spot, br Tower, turret, and embrasure.