Читать книгу The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 05, March, 1858 - Various - Страница 19

  * * * To-morrow we're starting for Florence,

  Truly rejoiced, you may guess, to escape from republican terrors;

  Sir. C. and Papa to escort us; we by vettura

  Through Siena, and Georgy to follow and join us by Leghorn.

  Then–Ah, what shall I say, my dearest? I tremble in thinking!

  You will imagine my feelings,—the blending of hope and of sorrow!

  How can I bear to abandon Papa and Mamma and my sisters?

  Dearest Louisa, indeed it is very alarming; but trust me

  Ever, whatever may change, to remain your loving Georgina.

  * * * "Do I like Mr. Claude any better?"

  I am to tell you,—and, "Pray, is it Susan or I that attract him?"

  This he never has told, but Georgina could certainly ask him.

  All I can say for myself is, alas! that he rather repels me.

  There! I think him agreeable, but also a little repulsive.

  So be content, dear Louisa; for one satisfactory marriage

  Surely will do in one year for the family you would establish,

  Neither Susan nor I shall afford you the joy of a second.

  Mr. Claude, you must know, is behaving a little bit better;

  He and Papa are great friends; but he really is too shilly-shally,—

  So unlike George! Yet I hope that the matter is going on fairly.

  I shall, however, get George, before he goes, to say something.

  Dearest Louisa, how delightful, to bring young people together!

  Is it to Florence we follow, or are we to tarry yet longer,

    E'en amid clamor of arms, here in the city of old,

  Seeking from clamor of arms in the Past and the Arts to be hidden,

    Vainly 'mid Arts and the Past seeking our life to forget?

  Ah, fair shadow, scarce seen, go forth! for anon he shall follow,—

    He that beheld thee, anon, whither thou leadest, must go!

  Go, and the wise, loving Muse, she also will follow and find thee!

    She, should she linger in Rome, were not dissevered from thee!