_Luigi._ (Sure, he's arrived, The telltale cuckoo; spring's his confidant, And he lets out her April purposes!) 140 Or--better go at once to modern time, He has--they have--in fact, I understand But can't restate the matter; that's my boast: Others could reason it out to you, and prove Things they have made me feel. _Mother._ Why go tonight? 145 Morn's for adventure. Jupiter is now A morning-star. I cannot hear you, Luigi! _Luigi._ "I am the bright and morning-star," saith God-- And, "to such an one I give the morning-star." The gift of the morning-star! Have I God's gift 150 Of the morning-star? _Mother._ Chiara will love to see That Jupiter an evening-star next June. _Luigi._ True, mother. Well for those who live through June! Great noontides, thunder-storms, all glaring pomps That triumph at the heels of June the god 155 Leading his revel through our leafy world. Yes, Chiara will be here. _Mother._ In June: remember, Yourself appointed that month for her coming. _Luigi._ Was that low noise the echo? _Mother._ The night-wind. She must be grown--with her blue eyes upturned 160 As if life were one long and sweet surprise: 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,_ 165 _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--_ 170 _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)_ 175 _That, having lived thus long, there seemed_ _No need the king should ever die._ _Luigi._ No need that sort of king should ever die!