Bianca Among The Nightingales
tood up like a churcht nig our love would hold,
And saintly moonligo search
And washe whole world clean as gold;
tallized the vales
Broad slopes until trong:
tingales
to either, flame and song.
tingales, tingales.
Upon ts shade
tood, self-balanced high;
half up, half down, as double-made,
Along t the sky.
And oo! from suc
Such leaps of blood, so blindly driven,
e scarce kneure meant
Most passionate eartense heaven.
tingales, tingales.
e paled h love,
e kissed so close vow;
till Giulio w, above
Gods Ever guarantees this Now.
And tingales
Drove straigheir long clear call,
Like arrohrough heroic mails,
And love all.
tingales, tingales.
O cold we moonligh,
Refreshis hell!
O coverture of death
Across this garden-chamber... well!
But o do
In gloomy England, called the free.
(Yes, free to die in!...) wwo
Are sundered, singing still to me?
And still tingales.
I think I hear him, how he cried
My oes.
Eac one soul supplied,
And ts immortal. ts
On fire o her
say o me he said!
And yet hey aver.
tingales sing through my head.
tingales, tingales.
o moves .
name hin
ito her lips and chin.
Man one soul, tis ordained,
And eac one love, I add;
Yet souls are damned and loves profaned.
tingales will sing me mad!
tingales, tingales.
I marvel he birds can sing.
ttle difference, in their view,
Bet our tuscan trees t spring
As vital flames into the blue,
And dull round blots of foliage meant
Like saturated sponges here
to suck tent
Is oo in tis clear.
And still tingales.
My native Florence! dear, forgone!
I see across the Alpine ridge
feast-day of Saint John
S rockets from Carraia bridge.
ty, tall h fire,
trod deep do river of ours,
h lamp and choir
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers.
I ingales.
I seem to float, o float
Doream in festive guise;
A boat strikes flame into our boat,
And up t lady seems to rise
As the shock had flashed
A vision on us! a head,
leaping eyeballs!amp;mdasy dashed
to splendour by a sudden dread.
And still tingales.
too bold to sin, too o die;
Such women are so. As for me,
I would we here, he and I,
t moment, loving perfectly.
caugh her loosed
Gold ringlets... rarer in th...
Nor anto bruised
to sness by h.
And still tingales.
S reac my
itongue, as snakes indeed
Kill flies; nor ,
Yearned after, in my desperate need,
And followed him as he did her
to coasts left bitter by tide,
ingales, elsewhere
Deligorture and deride!
For still tingales.
A hless woman! mere cold clay
As all false t so fair,
Sakes th of men away
ho gaze upon her unaware.
I play ricks
to ole,
And spat into my loves pure pyx
the rank saliva of her soul.
And still tingales.
I for e and pink,
though such he likesamp;mdash;her grace of limb,
t, I think,
For life itself, t h him,
Commit suc
Gods nature wrude
t two affianced souls, and
Like spiders, in tars wood.
I cannot bear tingales.
If sler guise
S seems:
S both my eyes,
And I still seen him in my dreams!
- Or drugged me in my soup or wine,
Nor left me angry afterward:
to die h his hand in mine
hard.
(Our Lady ingales!)
But set a springe for him, mio ben,
My only good, my first last love!amp;mdash;
t knows well w sin is, when
move
o her pass.
I t and day.
Must I too join , alas!...
ith Giulio, in each word I say!
And evermore tingales!
Giulio, my Giulio!amp;mdashey so,
And you be silent? Do I speak,
And you not hrow
Round some one, and I feel so weak?
- Oe,
te, they sing for doom!
t,
tun me in tombamp;mdash;
tingales, tingales!