Of the League's issue, we, in some gay weed Like yours, disguised together, may precede The arbitrators to Ferrara: reach Him, let Taurello's noble accents teach The rest! Then say if I have misconceived Your destiny, too readily believed The Kaiser's cause your own!" And Palma 's fled. Though no affirmative disturbs the head, A dying lamp-flame sinks and rises o'er, Like the alighted planet Pollux wore, Until, morn breaking, he resolves to be Gate-vein of this heart's blood of Lombardy, Soul of this body--to wield this aggregate Of souls and bodies, and so conquer fate Though he should live--a centre of disgust Even--apart, core of the outward crust He vivifies, assimilates. For thus I bring Sordello to the rapturous [Sidenote: Thus then, having completed a circle,] Exclaim at the crowd's cry, because one round Of life was quite accomplished; and he found Not only that a soul, whate'er its might, Is insufficient to its own delight, Both in corporeal organs and in skill By means of such to body forth its Will-- And, after, insufficient to apprise Men of that Will, oblige them recognize The Hid by the Revealed--but that, the last Nor lightest of the struggles overpast, Will he bade abdicate, which would not void The throne, might sit there, suffer he enjoyed Mankind, a varied and divine array Incapable of homage, the first way, Nor fit to render incidentally Tribute connived at, taken by the by, In joys. If thus with warrant to rescind The ignominious exile of mankind-- Whose proper service, ascertained intact As yet, (to be by him themselves made act, Not watch Sordello acting each of them) Was to secure--if the true diadem Seemed imminent while our Sordello drank The wisdom of that golden Palma,--thank Verona's Lady in her citadel Founded by Gaulish Brennus, legends tell: And truly when she left him, the sun reared A head like the first clamberer's who peered A-top the Capitol, his face on flame With triumph, triumphing till Manlius came. Nor slight too much my rhymes--that spring, dispread, Dispart, disperse, lingering overhead Like an escape of angels! Rather say, [Sidenote: The poet may pause and breathe,] My transcendental platan! mounting gay (An archimage so courts a novice-queen) With tremulous silvered trunk, whence branches sheen Laugh out, thick foliaged next, a-shiver soon With colored buds, then glowing like the moon One mild flame,--last a pause, a burst, and all Her ivory limbs are smothered by a fall, Bloom-flinders and fruit-sparkles and leaf-dust, Ending the weird work prosecuted just For her amusement; he decrepit, stark, Dozes; her uncontrolled delight may mark Apart-- Yet not so, surely never so!