FERRARA

1That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, 

2Looking as if she were alive. I call 

3That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands 

4Worked busily a day, and there she stands. 

5Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said 

6“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read 

7Strangers like you that pictured countenance, 

8The depth and passion of its earnest glance, 

9But to myself they turned (since none puts by 

10The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) 

11And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, 

12How such a glance came there; so, not the first 

13Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not 

14Her husband’s presence only, called that spot 

15Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps 

16Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps 

17Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint 

18Must never hope to reproduce the faint 

19Half-flush that dies along her throat.” Such stuff 

20Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 

21For calling up that spot of joy. She had 

22A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad, 

23Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er 

24She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. 

25Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast, 

26The dropping of the daylight in the West, 

27The bough of cherries some officious fool 

28Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule 

29She rode with round the terrace—all and each 

30Would draw from her alike the approving speech, 

31Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but thanked 

32Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked 

33My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name 

34With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame 

35This sort of trifling? Even had you skill 

36In speech—which I have not—to make your will 

37Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this 

38Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, 

39Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let 

40Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set 

41Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse— 

42E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose 

43Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, 

44Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without 

45Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; 

46Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands 

47As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet 

48The company below, then. I repeat, 

49The Count your master’s known munificence 

50Is ample warrant that no just pretense 

51Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; 

52Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed 

53At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go 

54Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, 

55Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, 

56Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!