. A masque of dead Florentines : wherein some of death's choicest pieces, and the great game that he played therewith, are fruitfully set forth. ies. Twine white arms, tread the measure :Ours the grace and theirs the treasure. Let the ghostly ladies passLike the mist on springing grass. Beatrice. I was wedded ere my yearsNumberd twelve: I shed no tears. Laura. Children bore I to my lord As thy years ; I sighed no word. FlAMMETTA. Wedded I, but love is free :Not my husband pleasured me. 16 A Masque of Dead Florentines The three Ladies. All the years and all the blissesCome and go like childrens
. A masque of dead Florentines : wherein some of death's choicest pieces, and the great game that he played therewith, are fruitfully set forth. ies. Twine white arms, tread the measure :Ours the grace and theirs the treasure. Let the ghostly ladies passLike the mist on springing grass. Beatrice. I was wedded ere my yearsNumberd twelve: I shed no tears. Laura. Children bore I to my lord As thy years ; I sighed no word. FlAMMETTA. Wedded I, but love is free :Not my husband pleasured me. 16 A Masque of Dead Florentines The three Ladies. All the years and all the blissesCome and go like childrens kisses. We are dead, and now, alas !Shadows of us haunt the grass. The three Ladies pass away; but the Chorus, looking still upon theirpoets, says this: of the Great Lo ! now, the mighty triad of old Florence Mewed like strong eagles in DeatJis pale first set patient at his prison-bars,Lookd up and saw his lady with the stars;The next, slow-pacing, holding him apart,Piercd his own breast to Laura in his heart;And last the Reveller, flushing high, did pass,Lookd down on Fiammetta couchd in grass. M. ffiSigCZ^fg 5&Sft=3g. A Masque of Dead Florentines 19 O strength, that scannd all Heaven, and Man, and Earth !O glory, that could give such seeing birth. 11 They built a shrine anon to speak those three,Soaring aloft, dome-shadowd like a world,Deep-founded as the good brown Earth their fee,And set about with massy, rich-empearldSmooth marble (like the soul of Poetry),And winding leafage of vine and olive curld,Down drooping oer the columnd goodly shone the vasty fabric hurldTowrd Heaven up, yet cleaving sturdilyTo RartJis broad bosom and the grey streets track,Barrd like a °reat moths win^ with rose and black,Knew all men best when (breathd by God) its flowerSpeard up of his desire, the lily-tower. 20 A Masque of Dead Florentines in Of new Shades. Break off, break off, my heart, here are new comers,Perpetual youth and age perpetual ;One with the bashful b
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