That's my last Duchess painted on the wall.
Looking as if she were alive,i call
That piece a wonder,now Fra Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day,and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her?I said
Fra Pandolf by design,for never read.
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned(since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you,but i)
And seems as they would ask me,if they burst.
How such a glance came there,so.not the first.
Are you to turn and ask to thus,Sir,it was not.
Her husband's presence only, called that spot.
Of joy into duchess cheek:perhaps
Fra pandolf chanced to say"her mantle laps
Over my lad's wrist too much,"or Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush thatt dies along her throat such stuff
Was courtesy,she thought and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy.she had A heart how shall i say?too soon made glad.
Too easily impressed;she liked what'er
She looked on,and her looks went everywhere.
Sir,'twas all one!My favor at her breast.
The dropping of the daylight in the west,the bough of cherries some officious fool
broke in the orchard for her,the white mule
She rode with round the terrace all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush,at least.she thanked men good!but thanked
Somehow i know not how as if she ranked
My gift of a nine hundred years old name
With anybody's gift.who'd stoop to blame
The sort of thinking?even had you skill
In speech(which i have not)to make your will
Quite clear to such a one,and say,"just this
Or that in you disgusts me,here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark"and if she let
Herself be lessoned so,nor plainly set
Her wits to your's,forsooth,and made excuse
E'en then would be some stooping;and i choose
Never to stoop.oh sir,she smiled,no doubt,
When 'er ipassed her;but who passed without much the same smile?
This grew ;i gave commands
Then all smiles stopped together.there she stands
As if she is alive.will't please you rise?we'll meet
THe company below,then i repeat,
The count your master's known munificence
Of mine for dowry will be disalllowed;
Though his fair daughter's self,as I avowed
At starting,is my object.Nay we'll go
Together down,sir.Notice Neptune,though,
Taming a sea horse,though a rarity
Which clause of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
