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The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | ||
133
Scene II.
—Julia Gonzaga, Michael Angelo.JULIA.
Hush! make no noise.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
How is she?
JULIA.
Never better.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Then she is dead!
JULIA.
Alas! yes, she is dead!
Even death itself in her fair face seems fair.
[MICHAEL ANGELO.
How wonderful! The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces. Holy Angels!
Bear her like sainted Catherine to her rest!
[Kisses Vittoria's hand.]
December 13, 1873.]
I dare not linger more; I am ashamed
To stand thus gazing here upon her face,
She being all unconscious of my presence.
Farewell, Vittoria, wonder of the world!
Thou pattern of all perfect womanhood,
Farewell forever! I am girt about
With death, from whom there can be no escape,
Nor hiding-place! Inexorable Death!
[Raises Vittoria's hand and kisses it.
To stand thus gazing here upon her face,
She being all unconscious of my presence.
Farewell, Vittoria, wonder of the world!
Thou pattern of all perfect womanhood,
Farewell forever! I am girt about
With death, from whom there can be no escape,
Nor hiding-place! Inexorable Death!
The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | ||