That's my last duchess painted on the wall, | |
Looking as if she were alive. I call | |
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf's hands | |
Worked busily a day, and there she stands. | |
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said | 5 |
"Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read | |
Strangers like you that pictured countenance, | |
That depth and passion of its earnest glance, | |
But to myself they turned (since none puts by | |
The curtain drawn for you, but I) | 10 |
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, | |
How such a glance came there; so not the first | |
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 't was not | |
Her husband's presence only, called that spot | |
Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps | 15 |
Fra Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps | |
Over my lady's wrist too much" or "Paint | |
Must never hope to reproduce the faint | |
Half-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuff | |
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough | 20 |
For calling up that spot of joy. She had | |
A heart - how shall I say? - too soon made glad, | |
Too easily impressed: she liked whate'er | |
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. | |
Sir, 't was all one! My favour at her breast, | 25 |
The dropping of the daylight in the West, | |
The bough of cherries some officious fool | |
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule | |
She rode with round the terrace -all and each | |
Would draw from her alike the approving speech, | 30 |
Or blush,at least. She thanked men - good! but thanked | |
Somehow - I know not how - as if she ranked | |
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name | |
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame | |
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill | 35 |
In speech - (which I have not) - to make your will | |
Quite clear to such a one, and say, "Just this | |
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss | |
Or there exceed the mark"- and if she let | |
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set | 40 |
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse | |
- E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose | |
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, | |
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without | |
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; | 45 |
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands | |
As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet | |
The company below, then. I repeat, | |
The Count your master's known munificence | |
Is ample warrant that no just pretence | 50 |
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; | |
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed | |
At starting is my object. Nay, we'll go | |
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, | |
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, | 55 |
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me. | |
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