Dante and I are come to learn of thee, O Messire Guido, master of us all, Love, who hath set his hand upon us three, Bidding us twain upon thy glory call. Harsh light hath rent from us the golden pall Of that frail sleep, _His_ first light seigniory, And we are come through all the modes that fall Unto their lot who meet him constantly. Wherefore, by right, in this lord’s name we greet thee, Seeing we labour at his labour daily. Thou, who dost know what way swift words are crossed O thou, who hast sung till none at song defeat thee, Grant! by thy might and hers of San Michele, Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost. NOTE. This poem foreruns a translation of “The Sonnets and Ballate of Guido” now in preparation—E. P. NOTES NOTE PRECEDENT TO “LA FRAISNE” “When the soul is exhausted of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the woodland “_magna pax et silvestris_.” Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland-dweller amid the rocks and streams “_consociis faunis dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum_.” Janus of Basel.[10] [10] Referendum for contrast. “Daemonalitas” of the Rev. Father Sinistrari of Ameno (1600 circ.). “A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.” Latin and English text, pub. Liseux, Paris, 1879. Also has Mr. Yeats in his “Celtic Twilight” treated of such, and I because in such a mood, feeling myself divided between myself corporal and a self aetherial “a dweller by streams and in woodland,” eternal because simple in elements “_Aeternus quia simplex naturae_.” Being freed of the weight of a soul “capable of salvation or damnation,” a grievous striving thing that after much straining was mercifully taken from me; as had one passed saying as one in the Book of the Dead, “I, lo I, am the assembler of souls,” and had taken it with him, leaving me thus _simplex naturae_, even so at peace and trans-sentient as a wood pool I made it. The Legend thus: “Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of Calidorn and that to none avail, ran mad in the forest. “Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier though some say that twas folly or as Garulf Bisclavret so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See ‘Lais’ Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.” Hear ye his speaking: (low, slowly he speaketh it, as one drawn apart, reflecting) (égaré). MARVOIL The Personae are: Arnaut of Marvoil, a troubadour, date 1170-1200. The Countess (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, being the wife of The Vicomte of Beziers. Alfonso IV of Aragon.