ANONYMOUS POEMS.
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II.
Ballata.
One speaks of the Beginning of his Love.
This fairest one of all the stars, whose flame,
For ever lit, my inner spirit fills,
Came to me first one day between the hills.
I wondered very much; but God the Lord
Said, "From Our Virtue, lo! this light is pour'd."
So in a dream it seemed that I was led
By a great Master to a garden spread
With lilies underfoot and overhead.
III.
Ballata.
One speaks of his False Lady.
When the last greyness dwells throughout the air,
And the first star appears,
Appeared to me a lady very fair.
I seemed to know her well by her sweet air;
And, gazing, I was hers.
To honour her, I followed her: and then ....
Ah! what thou givest, God give thee again,
Whenever thou remain'st as I remain.
