Xxxvi

“A questi dí prima io la vidi. Uscia”

These were the days when first I saw her growing Like bud to flower in the time of spring, Her figure such a sweet and lovely thing As if one heard love's richest music flowing.

The bashful blushes on her cheeks were showing What native grace her gentle speech could bring; As on smooth seas the stars their radiance fling, So in her laughing eyes the soul was glowing.

'T was such I saw her. Now with mad desire As in a world of stifling air alone I wander, weak and worn with my inquiring,

Till strength remains only her name to moan As with each breath I feel my life expiring: O Light of all my years, where art thou flown? · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·

JUVENILIA.