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THE POT OF BASIL (BOCCACCIO), by                    
First Line: Pale isabella, by thy basil pot
Last Line: Held in immortal love -- and freed from pain.
Subject(s): Boccaccio, Giovanni (1313-1375)


Pale Isabella, by thy basil pot
Watered with tears more fragrant than the dew
On sleepy morning roses, mourn thee not --
It is not Lorenzo whom thou holdest here;
These lips are unresponsive, and these eyes
Praise not the beauty that they once held dear.
Yet for a while thy lonely vigil keep,
Thy graceful form beside thine only love --
But not for long those sweet, sad eyes shall weep --
For soon with pining thou shalt fade and wane
And after fleeting dark be with thy joy
Held in immortal love -- and freed from pain.





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