This time we'll shoot better game and bag 'em hot-- No mere display at the stone of Dante, But a kind of sober Witanagemot (Ex: "Casa Guidi," _quod videas ante_) 260 Shall ponder, once Freedom restored to Florence, How Art may return that departed with her. Go, hated house, go each trace of the Loraine's, And bring us the days of Orgagna hither! How we shall prologuize, how we shall perorate, 265 Utter fit things upon art and history, Feel truth at blood-heat and falsehood at zero rate, Make of the want of the age no mystery; Contrast the fructuous and sterile eras, Show--monarchy ever its uncouth cub licks 270 Out of the bear's shape into Chimaera's, While Pure Art's birth is still the republic's. Then one shall propose in a speech (curt Tuscan, Expurgate and sober, with scarcely an "_issimo_,") To end now our half-told tale of Cambuscan, 275 And turn the bell-tower's _alt_ to _altissimo_: And find as the beak of a young beccaccia The Campanile, the Duomo's fit ally, Shall soar up in gold full fifty braccia, Completing Florence, as Florence, Italy. 280 Shall I be alive that morning the scaffold Is broken away, and the long-pent fire, Like the golden hope of the world, unbaffled Springs from its sleep, and up goes the spire While "God and the People" plain for its motto, 285 Thence the new tricolor flaps at the sky? At least to foresee that glory of Giotto And Florence together, the first am I! "DE GUSTIBUS----" Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. Hark, those two in the hazel coppice-- 5 A boy and a girl, if the good fates please, Making love, say-- The happier they! Draw yourself up from the light of the moon, And let them pass, as they will too soon, 10 With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!