The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly — 13.1897

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Sonnets

From the Portuguese
of Anthero de Quental

By Richard Garnett, C.B., LL.D.

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With thistle’s azure flower my home I hung,

And did with redolence of musk perfume,
And, robed in purple raiment’s glowing gloom,

Low prelude to my coming carol sung.

Spikenard, from Orient groves transported, clung
To brow and hand ; if so my humble room
Might undishonoured harbour her, for whom
Soon should its welcoming door be widely flung.

What princess, fairy, angel from above,

Some radiant sphere relinquishing for me,

Bowed to my habitation poor and cold ?

Princess nor sprite nor fay, but memory

Of thee it was that came to knock where Love
Expecting sat behind a gate of gold.

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