ON A SCENE IN TUSCANY. WHAT good were it to dim the pleasure-glow, While we enjoy, what matters what we know? What tender love-sick looks on us below Those Mountains cast! how courteously the Trees TO WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR, AGED NINE YEARS. SWEET, serious Child,-strange Boy! I fain would know Which is the especial charm of infancy : For had the formal bondage of a school Checked the gay outgrowth of thy vernal years, Encumbered thy light wings with vulgar rule, And dimmed the blossoms in thy cheeks with tears,— Thou mightst have been as grave, as still, as now, But not with that calm smile, that placid brow. Nor has the knowledge of dull manly things, And made thee conscious of a world of crime ; With all thy earnest looks, as spirit-free As ever infant dancing down the lea. Is it not that within thee, as a shrine, Silently moulding thy all-virgin heart To its own solemn ends? Thus dost thou wear That priestly aspect,-that religious air; And every circumstance of outward life Tends this sublime ordainment to unfold; Thou hast them all for teachers ;-He is there, There thou canst read, with deeper reverence still, The world with awe of his inspired skill, * Fra Beato Angelico di Fiesole. Fra Bartolomeo, commonly called the "Frate." And those three marvels in old Lucca shown, There too Masaccio's grandly-plain design,— Consociate Sovereigns-thy preceptors are ; Thou hast a Sire, whose full-experienced eye To thy young sense can every depth impart : Fiesole, 1833. * Pietro Perugino and Raffaello. L AN INCIDENT AT PISA. "FROM the common burial-ground "They whose bodies rest within This appointed place, Signor never knew of sin, Only knew of grace. Purified from earthly leaven, They have mounted straight to heaven, Without sorrow, without thrall, Blessed children, angels all!" "But that second space, with art Fenc'd from all the rest apart, Though from those sweet infants' bed By a low wall separated Beppo! who are these, and why |