SONNET IV. LIFT not the painted veil which those who live With colours idly spread :-behind, lurk Fear I knew one who lifted it—he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love GINEVRA.* WILD, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain Of objects and of persons passed like things The vows to which her lips had sworn assent And so she moved under the bridal veil, * This fragment is part of a poem which Mr. Shelley intended to write, founded on a story to be found in the first volume of a book entitled "L'Osservatore Fiorentino." |