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PIPPA PASSES.

In June she comes.Luigi. We were to see together
The Titian at Treviso. There, again!
[From without is heard the voice of Pippa, singing— 

A king lived long ago,
In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now:
And the king’s locks curled,
Disparting o’er a forehead full
As the milk-white space ’twixt horn and horn
Of some sacrificial bull—
Only calm as a babe new-born:
For he was got to a sleepy mood,
So safe from all decrepitude,
Age with its bane, so sure gone by,
(The gods so loved him while he dreamed)
That, having lived thus long, there seemed
No need the king should ever die.



Luigi. No need that sort of king should ever die!

Among the rocks his city was:
Before his palace, in the sun,
He sat to see his people pass,
And judge them every one
From its threshold of smooth stone.
They haled him many a valley-thief
Caught in the sheep-pens, robber-chief
Swarthy and shameless, beggar-cheat,
Spy-prowler, or rough pirate found
On the sea-sand left aground;
And sometimes clung about his feet,
With bleeding lip and burning cheek,
A woman, bitterest wrong to speak