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 She said, “That Lady, who upon thine heart Cut her full image, clear, by Love’s device, Hath looked so fixedly in through thine eyes That she’s made Love appear there; If thou great pain or fear bear, Recommend thee unto him!”

Then the other piteous, full of misericorde, Fashioned for pleasure in love’s fashioning: “His heart’s apparent wound, I give my word, Was got from eyes whose power’s an o’er great thing, Which eyes have left in his a glittering That mine cannot endure. Tell me, hast thou a sure Memory of those eyes?”

To her dread question with such fears attended, “Maid o’ the wood,” I said, “my memories render Tolosa and the dusk and these things blended: A lady in a corded bodice, slender –Mandetta is the name Love’s spirits lend her– A lightning swift to fall, And naught within recall Save, Death! My wounds! Her eyes!”