 | The Germ, Issue #1: Thoughts Toward Nature in Poetry, Literature, and Art |  |
The Love of Beauty
Sonnet.
[Introduction]
JOHN BOCCACCIO,
love's own squire, deep sworn
In service to all beauty, joy, and rest, —
When first the love-earned royal Mary press'd,
To her smooth cheek, his pale brows, passion-worn, —
'Tis said, he, by her grace nigh frenzied, torn
By longings unattainable, address'd
To his chief friend most strange misgivings, lest
Some madness in his brain had thence been born.
The artist-mind alone can feel his meaning: —
Such as have watched the battle-rank'd array
Of sunset, or the face of girlhood seen in
Line-blending twilight, with sick hope. Oh! they
May feed desire on some fond bosom leaning:
But where shall such their thirst of Nature stay?
In service to all beauty, joy, and rest, —
When first the love-earned royal Mary press'd,
To her smooth cheek, his pale brows, passion-worn, —
'Tis said, he, by her grace nigh frenzied, torn
By longings unattainable, address'd
To his chief friend most strange misgivings, lest
Some madness in his brain had thence been born.
The artist-mind alone can feel his meaning: —
Such as have watched the battle-rank'd array
Of sunset, or the face of girlhood seen in
Line-blending twilight, with sick hope. Oh! they
May feed desire on some fond bosom leaning:
But where shall such their thirst of Nature stay?
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