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For they resolved in some forest dim To kill Lorenzo, and there bury him.

So on a pleasant morning, as he leant
 * Into the sun-rise, o'er the balustrade

Of the garden-terrace, towards him they bent
 * Their footing through the dews; and to him said,

"You seem there in the quiet of content,
 * Lorenzo, and we are most loth to invade

Calm speculation; but if you are wise, Bestride your steed while cold is in the skies.

"To-day we purpose, ay, this hour we mount
 * To spur three leagues towards the Apennine;

Come down, we pray thee, ere the hot sun count
 * His dewy rosary on the eglantine."

Lorenzo, courteously as he was wont,
 * Bow'd a fair greeting to these serpents' whine;

And went in haste, to get in readiness, With belt, and spur, and bracing huntsman's dress,

And as he to the court-yard pass'd along,
 * Each third step did he pause, and listen'd oft

If he could hear his lady's matin-song,
 * Or the light whisper of her footstep soft;

And as he thus over his passion hung,
 * He heard a laugh full musical aloft;

When, looking up, he saw her features bright Smile through an in-door lattice all delight.