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The light became her grace and dwelt among

Blind eyes and shadows that are formed as men;

Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:


The broken sunlight for a healm she beareth

Who has my heart in jurisdiction.

In wild-wood never fawn nor fallow fareth

So silent light; no gossamer is spun

So delicate as she is, when the sun

Drives the clear emeralds from the bended grasses

Lest they should parch too swiftly, where she passes.


Ezra Pound


Notes for students:

Ballatetta = "little ballad" in Italian

healm = helm

fallow = a type of deer

gossamer = spider web

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