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4 PART I

I—SONNET

(AFTER THE ITALIAN)

II—SONNET

(AFTER THE ITALIAN)

her gentle hand that sometimes strays,

To find the place, through the same book with mine;

I like her feet; and O, those eyes divine!

And when we say farewell, perhaps she stays

Love-lingering—then hurries on her ways,

As if she thought, "To end my pain and thine."

I like her voice better than new-made wine;

I like the mandolin whereon she plays.