ON THE "CHANT D'AMOUR" OF BURNE-JONES ROGER SHERMAN LOOMIS '09 Mysterious damozel in white, White like the swans that glide upon the pool below, Who art thou that with fingers light Playest upon those ivory keys such music low? O winged youth in dreamful thought, With eyelids weighed with utter sweetness, who art thou, With garments by the breezes caught, Whose hands with drowsy motion ply the bellows now?