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Iv.—Pia De' Tolomei.
IV . —PIA DE' TOLOMEI .
« " Disfece Mi Matemma" Dante.
_« " Disfece mi MaTemma _" Dante .
When Life is fading fast From that completeness
Which , in the lovely Past , Flew with such fleetness , * When , like the summer sun ,
Brightest in dying , All youth ' s hopes , one by one , Swiftly are flying ;
When Joy has lost its charm , Love its devotion ,
Change brings the heart no harm , G-uilt no emotion . Danger awakes no thrill ,
Grief no compassion , Every quick pulse is still , Of earthly passion .
Sleeping with folded wings , Each aspiration ;
Beauty no feeling brings , _ISTo admiration . Dead every earlier pain ,
Fled every terror ; Bound in a lasting chain , Every bright error .
Still all the stir and strife , Gone all the dreaming ;
Through the black night of Life ! N ~ o star is gleaming . ¦ Watching the sluggish flow
Of Life ' s dull river , Where the black mosses grow
And the reeds quiver : Angel of Death , I pray
Soon to draw near thee ; Loving hearts ask delay ,
And loved ones fear thee . Spare then , oh ! spare some fate ,
Less bleak and lonely , * Come where I plead and wait ,
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1861, page 34, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031861/page/34/