WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air In peace eternal; where desire and joy Francesco Ceni after death enjoined That, thus his tomb should speak for him. And surely Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours Long to continue in this world; a world That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope II. PERHAPS Some needful service of the State And his pure native genius, lead him back To Arno's side hath brought him, and he charmed * Ivi vivea giocondo e i suoi pensieri Erano tutti rose. The Translator had not skill to come nearer to his original. III. O THOU who movest onward with a mind Me did a kindlier fortune then invite To serve the glorious Henry, King of France, Stretched out for my acceptance,—but Death came. |