The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-10-10
IDAHO WORLD.
d sA,auRI Ro0ERs.

~ DY 6AAUEE ROGERS.
II thou shouldst ever como by choice or chance
To Modens, wher still religiousiy
Among her ancien trophies is preserved
Bologna g bucket lin its chain 1t hangs
within that reverend tower, the Guirlandinel,
Stop at place near the Reggie gate.
Dwelt in Of old by one Of the Orsni.
tn noble gardens, terrace above terrace.
And rich in fountains, statues. Expresses,
Will long detain thee through their arched walks.
Dim ct MONDAY, discovering many glimpse
OF knights and danes. such as in old romance.
And lovers, such IS In heroic song.
Perhaps the two, for groves were their delight,
That in the spring-tim as alone they sat.
Venturing together on Q tale OF love,
Read only part that day. summer sun
Sets ere one half il seen; but ere tnon CO.
Enter the house prthee. forget 1t not
And look awhile upon picture there.
IT'S Of . lady in her earliest youth,
The very last Of that illustrious race,
Done by Zampieri-but by whom care not
He who observes it. ere he passes on,
CAGES his I'LL. and comes and comes again,
That he may call II mp. when far away.
She sits. inclining forward rs to speak,
Her lips halfspen. and her finger up.
AS though she said "Eeware!" Her vest OF gold
'Brodered with flowers and casped from head to foo
An emerald.stone In every golden clasp;
And on her brow. fairer than alabasters
A coronet OF pearls. But then her face,
So lovely, yet 30 arch, so full Of mirth-
The overdowings Of an innocent heart
It haunts me still. though many year has fed.
Alone it hangs
Over Wondering heirloom. its companion.
An open chest. half eaten by the worm,
But richly carved by Antony Of Trent
With scripture-stories from the life OF Christ;
A chest that came from Venice, and had held
The ducal robes Of some old ancestor;
That by the wsy-it may be true or false.
But don't forget the picture: and thou wilt not
When thou hast heard the tale they told me there.
She was an only child; from infancy
The JOY. the pride Of an induigent sire.
Her mother dying OF the gift she gave,
That precious gift. what else remained to him?
The young Ginevra was his all in life-
Still - she grew. for ever in his sight;
And in her fifteenth year became bride,
Marrying an only son, Francesca DORA.
Her playmate from her birth. and her first love.
Just a. she looks there in her bridal dress.
She was all gentleness all gayety.
Her pranks the favorise theme OF every tongue
But now the day was come-the day. the hour:
Now. frowning, smiling. for the hundredih time.
The nurse, that ancient lady. preached decorum;
And in the lustre Of her youth. she gave
Her hand. with her heart in il. to Francesca.
Great was the Joy; but at the bridal feast.
When all sat down. the bride was wanting there.
Nor Was she to be found Her father cried.
>. It's but to make . trial Of our love!"
And filled his glass to ALL but his hand shook.
And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
Twas but that instant she had LEFT Francesca.
Laughing and looking back. and dying still.
Her ivory tooth imprinted on his nnger.
But now ALAS she was not To be found;
But that she not. Weary OF his life,
Francesca dew TO Venice. and forthwith
Flung Il away In battle with the Turk.
Orsini lived; and long mightss thou have seen
An old man wandering as in quest Of something.
Something he could not nnd-he knew not what.
When he was gone. the house remained awhile
Silent and tenantless-then went to strangers.
Full dfty years were past. and all forgot.
When on an idle day, u day of search
Mid the old lumber In the gallery.
That Wondering chest was noticed: and twas said
By one young. as thoughiless rs Gtnevra.
"Why not remove IL from its lurking placer?
Twas done said: but on the way
II burst, 1t fell: and To- . skeleton.
With here and there pearl. emerald stone,
A golden clasp. ciasping n shred OF gold
AL else had perishcd-save nuptial ring.
And . small seal. her mothers legacy.
Engraven with a name the name Of both
Ginevra. There then had she found gravel
Within that chest had she concealed herself.
Piuttering with JOY the happiest Of the happy;
When spring-lock. that lay in ambush there.
Fastened her down for ever,