Part 32 (1/2)

I kiss the earth, and gaze upon the house, Whereby thou farest, queen most beauteous!

In the next the lover, who has pa.s.sed the whole night beneath his sweetheart's window, takes leave at the break of day. The feeling of the half-hour before dawn, when the sound of bells rises to meet the growing light, and both form a prelude to the glare and noise of day, is expressed with much unconscious poetry (p. 105):--

I see the dawn e'en now begin to peer: Therefore I take my leave, and cease to sing, See how the windows open far and near, And hear the bells of morning, how they ring!

Through heaven and earth the sounds of ringing swell; Therefore, bright jasmine flower, sweet maid, farewell!

Through heaven and Rome the sound of ringing goes; Farewell, bright jasmine flower, sweet maiden rose!

The next is more quaint (p. 99):--

I come by night, I come, my soul aflame; I come in this fair hour of your sweet sleep; And should I wake you up, it were a shame.

I cannot sleep, and lo! I break your sleep.

To wake you were a shame from your deep rest; Love never sleeps, nor they whom Love hath blest.

A very great many rispetti are simple panegyrics of the beloved, to find similitude for whose beauty heaven and earth are ransacked. The compliment of the first line in the following song is perfect (p.

23):--

Beauty was born with you, fair maid: The sun and moon inclined to you; On you the snow her whiteness laid The rose her rich and radiant hue: Saint Magdalen her hair unbound, And Cupid taught you how to wound-- How to wound hearts Dan Cupid taught: Your beauty drives me love-distraught.

The lady in the next was December's child (p. 25):--

O beauty, born in winter's night, Born in the month of spotless snow: Your face is like a rose so bright; Your mother may be proud of you!

She may be proud, lady of love, Such sunlight s.h.i.+nes her house above: She may be proud, lady of heaven, Such sunlight to her home is given.

The sea wind is the source of beauty to another (p. 16):--

Nay, marvel not you are so fair; For you beside the sea were born: The sea-waves keep you fresh and fair, Like roses on their leafy thorn.

If roses grow on the rose-bush, Your roses through midwinter blush; If roses bloom on the rose-bed, Your face can show both white and red.

The eyes of a fourth are compared, after quite a new and original fas.h.i.+on, to stars (p. 210):--

The moon hath risen her plaint to lay Before the face of Love Divine.

Saying in heaven she will not stay, Since you have stolen what made her s.h.i.+ne: Aloud she wails with sorrow wan,-- She told her stars and two are gone: They are not there; you have them now; They are the eyes in your bright brow.

Nor are girls less ready to praise their lovers, but that they do not dwell so much on physical perfection. Here is a pleasant greeting (p.

124):--

O welcome, welcome, lily white, Thou fairest youth of all the valley!

When I'm with you, my soul is light; I chase away dull melancholy.

I chase all sadness from my heart: Then welcome, dearest that thou art!

I chase all sadness from my side: Then welcome, O my love, my pride!

I chase all sadness far away: Then welcome, welcome, love, to-day!

The image of a lily is very prettily treated in the next (p 79):--

I planted a lily yestreen at my window; I set it yestreen, and to-day it sprang up: When I opened the latch and leaned out of my window, It shadowed my face with its beautiful cup.

O lily, my lily, how tall you are grown!

Remember how dearly I loved you, my own.

O lily, my lily, you'll grow to the sky!

Remember I love you for ever and aye.