So did they think ;-but partly from delay,
Partly from fancied ignorance of the way,
And most from feeling the bare contemplation,
Give them fresh need of mutual consolation,
They scarcely tried to see each other less,
And did but meet with deeper tenderness,

Living; from day to day, as they were used,

Only with graver thoughts, and smiles reduced,

And sighs more frequent, which, when one would'

heave,

The other longed to start up and receive.

For whether some suspicion now had crossed

Giovanni's mind, or whether he had lost

More of his temper lately, he would treat

His wife with petty scorns, and starts of heat,
And, to his own omissions proudly blind,

O'erlook the pains she took to make him

And

kind,

yet be angry,

if he thought them less;

He found reproaches in her meek distress,

Forcing her silent tears, and then resenting,
Then almost angrier grown from half repenting,
And, hinting at the last, that some there were
Better perhaps than he, and tastefuller,

And these, for what he knew,-he little cared,

Might please her, and be pleased, though he despaired.

Then would he quit the room, and half disdain

Himself for being in so harsh a strain,

And venting thus his temper on a woman;
Yet not the more for that changed he in common,
Or took more pains to please her, and be near :-
What should he truckle to a woman's tear?

At times like these the princess tried to shun The face of Paulo as too kind a one;

And shutting up her tears with final sigh,

Would walk into the air, and see the sky,

And feel about her all the garden green,

And hear the birds that shot the covert boughs between.

A noble range it was, of many a rood,

Walled round with trees, and ending in a wood:
Indeed the whole was leafy; and it had

A winding stream about it, clear and glad,

That danced from shade to shade, and on its way
Seemed smiling with delight to feel the day.
There was the pouting rose, both red and white,
The flamy heart's-ease, flushed with purple light,
Blush-hiding strawberry, sunny-coloured box,
Hyacinth, handsome with his clustering locks,
The lady lily, looking gently down,
Pure lavender, to lay in bridal gown,

The daisy, lovely on both sides,-in short,

All the sweet cups to which the bees resort,

With plots of grass, and perfumed walks between

Of citron, honeysuckle and jessamine,

With orange, whose warm leaves so finely suit,

And look as if they shade a golden fruit;.

And midst the flowers, turfed round beneath a shade

Of circling pines, a babbling fountain played,

And 'twixt their shafts you saw the water bright,

Which through the darksome tops glimmered with

showering light.

So now you walked beside an odorous bed

Of gorgeous hues, white, azure, golden, red;

And now turned off into a leafy walk,

Close and continuous, fit for lovers' talk;

And now pursued the stream, and as you trod
Onward and onward o'er the velvet sod,

Felt on your face an air, watery and sweet,
And a new sense in your soft-lighting feet;
And then perhaps you entered upon shades,
Pillowed with dells and uplands 'twixt the glades,
Through which the distant palace, now and then,
Looked lordly forth with many-windowed ken;
A land of trees, which reaching round about,
In shady blessing stretched their old arms out,
With spots of sunny opening, and with nooks,
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks,
Where at her drink you started the slim deer,
Retreating lightly with a lovely fear.

And all about, the birds kept leafy house,

And sung and sparkled in and out the boughs;

And all about, a lovely sky of blue

Clearly was felt, or down the leaves laughed through;

And here and there, in every part, were seats,
Some in the open walks, some in retreats;

With bowering leaves o'erhead, to which the eye
Looked up half sweetly and half awfully,-
Places of nestling green, for poets made,
Where, when the sunshine struck a yellow shade,
The rugged trunks, to inward peeping sight,
Thronged in dark pillars up the gold green light.

But 'twixt the wood and flowery walks, halfway, And formed of both, the loveliest portion lay,

A spot, that struck

you

like enchanted ground

It was a shallow dell, set in a mound

Of sloping shrubs, that mounted by degrees,
The birch and poplar mixed with heavier trees;
From under which, sent through a marble spout,
Betwixt the dark wet green, a rill gushed out,

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