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 KNEW a bard, Petrarca, who did sing His love-worn ditties, melancholy sweet, And played upon his lute of single string The dances suited to his weary feet, Until 'twas said, " If this man had not loved, Had not been held so long in bitter thrall, Then he a mighty hero-bard had proved, Had soared above earth's sorrows mean and small. But in the broken lute a spirit moved, — " Had he not loved, he ne'er had sung at all."