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Quel Giorno Piu .. Post by :John_Webb Category :Poems Author :Maurice Hewlett Date :September 2011 Read :718

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Quel Giorno Piu ..

That day--it was the last of many days,
Nor could we know when such days might be given
Again--we read how Dante trod the ways
Of utmost Hell, and how his heart was riven
By sad Francesca, whose sin was forgiven
So far that, on her Paolo fixing gaze,
She supt on his again, and thought it Heaven,
She knew her gentler fate and felt it praise.

We read that lovers' tale; each lookt at each;
But one was fearless, innocent of guile;
So did the other learn what she could teach:
We read no more, we kiss'd not, but a smile
Of proud possession flasht, hover'd a while
'Twixt soul and soul. There was no need for speech.





(The end)
Maurice Hewlett's poem: Quel Giorno Piu ..

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