LONG time I lay in little ease

Where, placed by the Turanian,

Marseilles, the many-masted, sees

The blue Mediterranean.

Now songful in the hour of sport,

Now riotous for wages,

She camps around her ancient port,

As ancient of the ages.

Algerian airs through all the place

Unconquerably sally;

Incomparable women pace

The shadows of the alley.

And high o&rsqu............