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A CONCERT OF GIORGIONE Or tell them casual fragmentary stories

About the sudden things women do

Which no man understands. And I watch.

I paint and watch; they think they are but broidering

Or wondering or resting from their fate.

This day I heard one humming on the stair

And knew she did not know her music's words

Though she felt something from the notes' new order;

Another turned sick; the singer ran to her,

A third one looked at me bewilderedly.

Let women move with their minds Wait.

Then was my picture. Yet I do not know.

PARIS

Master, shall Fra Umilio hear the song

Before I set the clavichord for him,

The song you brought from the green music-house?

FRA UMILIO

Yes, sing, reveal to us your other thought

That caused the song to stir within you now.

PARIS

When I forget my lute (too large for me)

In its clear call that makes my touch unbodied,

It seems to heave and quiver to my breast

Until I hear blind depths past shape for knowing.

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