Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . steps a sweet angelic slip of a thingForward, puts out a soft palm— Not so fast! —Addresses the celestial presence, nay—He made you and devised you, after hes none of you ! Could Saint John there, draw—His camel-hair make up a painting-brush?We come to brother Lippo for all that,Isteperfecit opus ! So, all smile—I shuffle sideways with my blushing faceUnder the cover of a hundred wingsThrown like a spread of kirtles when you re gayAnd play hot cockles, all the doors being shut,Till, wholly unexpected, in there popsThe hoth
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . steps a sweet angelic slip of a thingForward, puts out a soft palm— Not so fast! —Addresses the celestial presence, nay—He made you and devised you, after hes none of you ! Could Saint John there, draw—His camel-hair make up a painting-brush?We come to brother Lippo for all that,Isteperfecit opus ! So, all smile—I shuffle sideways with my blushing faceUnder the cover of a hundred wingsThrown like a spread of kirtles when you re gayAnd play hot cockles, all the doors being shut,Till, wholly unexpected, in there popsThe hothead husband ! Thus I scuttle offTo some safe bench behind, not letting goThe palm of her, the little lily thingThat spoke the good word for me in the the Priors niece . . Saint Lucy, I would so alls saved for me, and for the churchA pretty picture gained. Go, six months hence!Your hand, sir, and good bye: no lights, no lights !The streets hushed, and I know my own way back—Dont fear me ! Theres the grey beginning. Zooks 169. A TOCCATA OF GALUPPIS Oh, Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find ! I can hardly misconceive you ; it would prove me deaf and blind ;But although I give you credit, tis with such a heavy mind! II Here you come with your old music, and heres all the good it , they lived once thus at Venice, where the merchants were the kings,Where St. Marks is, where the Doges used to wed the sea with rings ? Ill Ay, because the seas the street there ; and tis arched by . . what you call. . Shylocks bridge with houses on it, where they kept the carnival!I was never out of England—its as if I saw it all! 170 A TOCCATA OF GALUPPIS IV Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid-day, When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say? V Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red,—On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-f
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