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John Boccaccio, love's own squire, deep sworn In service to all beauty, joy, and rest— When first the love-earned royal Mary press'd, To her smooth cheek, his pale brows, passion-worn— 'Tis said, he, by her grace nigh frenzied, torn By longings unattainable, address'd To his chief friend most strange misgivings, lest Some madness in his brain had thence been born. The artist-mind alone can feel his meaning:— Such as have watched the battle-rank'd array Of sunset, or the face of girlhood seen in Line-blending twilight, with sick hope. Oh! they May feed desire on some fond bosom leaning: But where shall such their thirst of Nature stay?