The child his boyhood bore in heed Nine years. At length the voice brought peace,'Even I, even I am Beatrice.' All this, being there, we had not seen. For a tale tells that on his track, As through Verona's streets he went, At will! Behold him, how Hell's reek 'Whereat' (Boccaccio's words) 'he smil'd For pride in fame.' It might be so : Nevertheless we cannot know If haply he were not beguil'd To bitterer mirth, who scarce could tell If he indeed were back from Hell. So the day came, after a space, When Dante felt assured that there The sunshine must lie sicklier Even than in any other place, Save only Florence. When that day Had come, he rose and went his way. He went and turned out. From his shoes No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach, Nor how the Jester stank in speech : While courtiers, used to cringe and wince, Poets and harlots, all the throng, Let loose their scandal and their song. No book keeps record if the seat Which Dante held at his host's board Were sat in next by clerk or lord,— If leman lolled with dainty feet At ease, or hostage brooded there, Eat and wash hands, Can Grande;-scarce And thou the watch-dog of those stairs TROY TOWN. HEAVENBORN HELEN, Sparta's queen, (0 Troy Town!) Had two breasts of heavenly sheen, The sun and moon of the heart's desire: All Love's lordship lay between. (0 Troy's down, Tall Troy's on fire!) Helen knelt at Venus' shrine, (0 Troy Town!) Saying, 'A little gift is mine, A little gift for a heart's desire. Hear me speak and make me a sign! (O Troy's down, Tall Troy's on fire!) 'Look, I bring thee a carven cup; (0 Troy Town!) See it here as I hold it up,— Shaped it is to the heart's desire, Fit to fill when the gods would sup. (0 Troy's down, Tall Troy's on fire!) 'It was moulded like my breast; He that sees it may not rest, O give ear to my heart's behest! Tall Troy's on fire!) 'See my breast, how like it is; See it bare for the air to kiss! O for the breast, O make it his! Tall Troy's on fire!) |