D.A.NTE.
[" TANTO GENTILE E PANTO ONESTA PARE."]
So gentle and so beauteous doth appear My lady, when she maketh a salute, That every tongue, trembling, becometh mute ; The eye to look upon her doth not dare.
Though conscious that her praise pervades the air, In beauty clothed, she moveth modestly, As if she were a being from on high Come down to earth to show a marvel here.
So grateful seems the vision from above, The heart drinks sweetness from th' entranced eye Which would mock Fancy if it were not proved ; And from her lips it seems as there were moved A delicate spirit, breathing full of love, Which ever biddeth the rapt soul to sigh. G. W. R.