thee, Grant! by thy might and hers of San Michele, Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost. SONNET IN TENZONE LA MENTE  "O Thou mocked heart that cowerest by the door And durst not honour hope with welcoming, How shall one bid thee for her honour sing, When song would but show forth thy sorrow's store? What things are gold and ivory unto thee? Go forth, thou pauper fool! Are these for naught? Is heaven in lotus leaves? What hast thou wrought, Or brought, or sought, wherewith to pay the fee?"   IL CUORE  "If naught I give, naught do I take return. 'Ronsard me celebroit!' behold I give The age-old, age-old fare to fairer fair And I fare forth into more bitter air; Though mocked I go, yet shall her beauty live Till rimes unrime and Truth shall truth unlearn."    SONNET: CHI È QUESTA? Who is she coming, that the roses bend Their shameless heads to do her passing honour? Who is she coming with a light upon her Not born of suns that with the day's end end? Say is it Love who hath chosen the nobler part? Say is it Love, that was divinity, Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her unclouded heart? If this be Love, where hath he won such grace? If this be Love, how is the evil wrought, That all men write against his darkened name? If this be Love, if this ... O mind give place! What holy mystery e'er was noosed in thought? Own that thou scan'st her not, nor count it shame! BALLATA, FRAGMENT II Full well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean, E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost. Thou knowest the way of it and know'st the sheen About her brows where the rays are bound and crossed, E'en as thou knowest joy and know'st joy's bitter cost. Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving, Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief assoneth! CANZON: THE VISION I When first I saw thee 'neath the silver mist, Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood, Did any know thee? By the golden sails That clasped the ribbands of that azure sea, Did any know thee save my heart alone? O ivory woman with thy bands of gold, Answer the song my luth and I have brought thee! II Dream over golden dream that secret cist, Thy heart, O heart of me, doth hold, and mood On mood of silver, when the day's light fails, Say who hath touched the secret heart of thee, Or who hath known what my heart hath not known O slender pilot whom the mists enfold, Answer the song my luth and I have wrought thee! III When new love plucks the falcon from his wrist, And cuts the gyve and casts the scarlet hood, Where is the heron heart whom flight avails? O quick to prize me Love, how suddenly From out the tumult truth has ta'en his own, And in this vision is our past unrolled. Lo! With 

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