All things worth praise That unto Khadeeth’s mart have From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard’s swift anger; these would weigh but light ’Gainst thy delights, my Khadeeth! Whence protected By naught save her great grace that in him showeth, My song goes forth and on her mercy calleth. VI O censer of the thought that golden gloweth, Be bright before her when the evening falleth. VII Fragrant be thou as a new field one moweth, O song of mine that “Hers” her mercy calleth. CANZONE: OF ANGELS I He that is Lord of all the realms of light Hath unto me from His magnificence Granted such vision as hath wrought my joy. Moving my spirit past the last defence That shieldeth mortal things from mightier sight, Where freedom of the soul knows no alloy, I saw what forms the lordly powers employ; Three splendours, saw I, of high holiness, From clarity to clarity ascending Through all the roofless, tacit courts extending In æther which such subtle light doth bless As ne’er the candles of the stars hath wooed; Know ye herefrom of their similitude. II Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings, Grave with the joy of thoughts beneficent, And finely wrought and durable and clear If so his eyes showed forth the mind’s content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat’s wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear, But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous; Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend’s love to strangers though no word were said, Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus. Not with his surfaces his power endeth, But is as flame that from the gem extendeth. III My second marvel stood not in such ease, But he, the cloudy pinioned, winged him on Then from my sight as now from memory, The courier aquiline, so swiftly gone! The third most glorious of these majesties Give aid, O sapphires of th’ eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity. That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth. IV