Chapter 6 No.6

The love-sick vestal of the old "Frasciti";

Priestess of Thalia, alas! whose name

Only the prompter knows and he is dead;

Bygone celebrities that in bygone days

The Tivoli o'ershadowed in their bloom;

All charm me; yet among these beings frail

Three, turning pain to honey-sweetness, said

To the Devotion that had lent them wings:

"Lift me, O powerful Hippogriffe, to the skies"-

One by her country to despair was driven;

One by her husband overwhelmed with grief;

One wounded by her child, Madonna-like;

Each could have made a river with her tears.