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reward it is to stand confessed as The Virgil of the interdict _de vi_, The Petrarch of the _patria potestas_. Bologna I go from colonnade to colonnade In streets that Dante trod, and past the towers Aslant toward heaven, and listen to the hours Chimed by the bells of choirs where Dante prayed. They cease; then lo! the foot of time seems stayed Five hundred years and more, I find me bowers Where sweet and noble ladies weave them flowers For one who reads Boccaccio in the shade. The cowled students halt by two and threes To hear the voice come thrilling through the trees, Then tear themselves away to themes more trite. Anon I mark the diligent hands that turn Unlovely parchment scrolls whereby to learn The beauty of inexorable right. A Garden Party in the Temple On hospitable thoughts intent To me the Inner Temple sent An invitation, A garden party 'twas to be, And I accepted readily And with elation; Good reason too, but oft the seeds Of reason flower in senseless deeds. I stood as savage as a bear, For not a human being there Knew I from Adam I heard around in various tones, "_So_ glad to see you, Mr. Jones;" "Good morning, Madam." It seemed so painfully absurd To stand and never speak a word. I brought my doom upon myself, And there I was upon the shelf In melancholy. Why, say you, did I go at all? I once met Chloris at a ball, And in my folly I went and suffered all this pain In hopes to see her once again. Of strawberries a pound at least I ate, and made myself a beast With tea and sherry; And raspberries I ate and trembled, Until I felt that I resembled Myself a berry, But 'twas the berry that at school We used to call a gooseberry fool. The I. C. R. V.[F] band droned on, While guests had come and guests had gone Since my arrival; My brow grew gloomier with despair, And on it sat the guilty air Of a survival Of some remorse for ancient crimes Wrought in the pre-historic times. My seventh cup of tea was done, My seventh glass of wine begun, Then of her coming I was aware, nor shall forget How she and that brown sherry set M
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