A CONCERT OF GIORGIONE
My fingers mirrored in its golden darkness
Ere touch will yield a breath-stirred down of sound;
For those charming repeated fingers seem
The thinner unchafed strings of sympathy
Stretched low in the Abate's viola d'amore.
THE ABATE
I 'll tune it soon in harp-way flat to-night,
To suit your imaged music with faint light.
GIORGIONE
Dear friends, you come as all music begins
In such inexplicable difference
As waking's unannounced moment reveals.
FRA UMILIO
What are these newest ladies on the easel?
GIORGIONE
I never know. I pose models no more,
But find adorable ladies with such fair minds
They may be trusted to express themselves
Graciously, perfectly in perfect gowns;
I ask them to come here quite half in secret
Wearing the gowns they think for quiet joy;
Sometimes I play them music of subtle discords
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