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But do not let us quarrel any more	A
No my Lucrezia bear with me for once	B
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish	C
You turn your face but does it bring your heart	D
I'll work then for your friend's friend never fear	E
Treat his own subject after his own way	F
Fix his own time accept too his own price	G
And shut the money into this small hand	H
When next it takes mine Will it tenderly	I
Oh I'll content him but to morrow Love	J
I often am much wearier than you think	K
This evening more than usual and it seems	L
As if forgive now should you let me sit	M
Here by the window with your hand in mine	N
And look a half hour forth on Fiesole	I
Both of one mind as married people use	O
Quietly quietly the evening through	P
I might get up to morrow to my work	Q
Cheerful and fresh as ever Let us try	R
To morrow how you shall be glad for this	S
Your soft hand is a woman of itself	T
And mine the man's bared breast she curls inside	U
Don't count the time lost neither you must serve	V
For each of the five pictures we require	W
It saves a model So keep looking so	X
My serpentining beauty rounds on rounds	Y
How could you ever prick those perfect ears	Z
Even to put the pearl there oh so sweet	A2
My face my moon my everybody's moon	B2
Which everybody looks on and calls his	C2
And I suppose is looked on by in turn	D2
While she looks no one's very dear no less	E2
You smile why there's my picture ready made	F2
There's what we painters call our harmony	I
A common greyness silvers everything	G2
All in a twilight you and I alike	H2
You at the point of your first pride in me	I
That's gone you know but I at every point	I2
My youth my hope my art being all toned down	J2
To yonder sober pleasant Fiesole	I
There's the bell clinking from the chapel top	K2
That length of convent wall across the way	F
Holds the trees safer huddled more inside	U
The last monk leaves the garden days decrease	L2
And autumn grows autumn in everything	G2
Eh the whole seems to fall into a shape	M2
As if I saw alike my work and self	T
And all that I was born to be and do	P
A twilight piece Love we are in God's hand	H
How strange now looks the life he makes us lead	N2
So free we seem so fettered fast we are	O2
I feel he laid the fetter let it lie	I
This chamber for example turn your head	N2
All that's behind us You don't understand	H
Nor care to understand about my art	D
But you can hear at least when people speak	P2
And that cartoon the second from the door	A
It is the thing Love so such things should be	I
Behold Madonna I am bold to say	F
I can do with my pencil what I know	X
What I see what at bottom of my heart	D
I wish for if I ever wish so deep	Q2
Do easily too when I say perfectly	I
I do not boast perhaps yourself are judge	R2
Who listened to the Legate's talk last week	P2
And just as much they used to say in France	S2
At any rate 'tis easy all of it	M
No sketches first no studies that's long past	T2
I do what many dream of all their lives	U2
Dream strive to do and agonize to do	P
And fail in doing I could count twenty such	V2
On twice your fingers and not leave this town	J2
Who strive you don't know how the others strive	W2
To paint a little thing like that you smeared	X2
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat	Y2
Yet do much less so much less Someone says	Z2
I know his name no matter so much less	E2
Well less is more Lucrezia I am judged	A3
There burns a truer light of God in them	B3
In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped up brain	C3
Heart or whate'er else than goes on to prompt	D3
This low pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine	N
Their works drop groundward but themselves I know	X
Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me	I
Enter and take their place there sure enough	E3
Though they come back and cannot tell the world	F3
My works are nearer heaven but I sit here	G3
The sudden blood of these men at a word	H3
Praise them it boils or blame them it boils too	P
I painting from myself and to myself	T
Know what I do am unmoved by men's blame	I3
Or their praise either Somebody remarks	J3
Morello's outline there is wrongly traced	K3
His hue mistaken what of that or else	L3
Rightly traced and well ordered what of that	M3
Speak as they please what does the mountain care	N3
Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp	O3
Or what's a heaven for All is silver grey	F
Placid and perfect with my art the worse	P3
I know both what I want and what might gain	C3
And yet how profitless to know to sigh	I
Had I been two another and myself	T
Our head would have o'erlooked the world No doubt	Q3
Yonder's a work now of that famous youth	R3
The Urbinate who died five years ago	X
'Tis copied George Vasari sent it me	I
Well I can fancy how he did it all	I
Pouring his soul with kings and popes to see	I
Reaching that heaven might so replenish him	S3
Above and through his art for it gives way	F
That arm is wrongly put and there again	T3
A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines	U3
Its body so to speak its soul is right	V3
He means right that a child may understand	H
Still what an arm and I could alter it	M
But all the play the insight and the stretch	W3
Out of me out of me And wherefore out	Q3
Had you enjoined them on me given me soul	I
We might have risen to Rafael I and you	P
Nay Love you did give all I asked I think	K
More than I merit yes by many times	X3
But had you oh with the same perfect brow	Y3
And perfect eyes and more than perfect mouth	Z3
And the low voice my soul hears as a bird	H3
The fowler's pipe and follows to the snare	N3
Had you with these the same but brought a mind	A4
Some women do so Had the mouth there urged	B4
God and the glory never care for gain	C3
The present by the future what is that	M3
Live for fame side by side with Agnolo	I
Rafael is waiting up to God all three	I
I might have done it for you So it seems	L
Perhaps not All is as God over rules	C4
Beside incentives come from the soul's self	T
The rest avail not Why do I need you	P
What wife had Rafael or has Agnolo	I
In this world who can do a thing will not	D4
And who would do it cannot I perceive	E4
Yet the will's somewhat somewhat too the power	W
And thus we half men struggle At the end	F4
God I conclude compensates punishes	G4
'Tis safer for me if the award be strict	H4
That I am something underrated here	G3
Poor this long while despised to speak the truth	R3
I dared not do you know leave home all day	F
For fear of chancing on the Paris lords	I4
The best is when they pass and look aside	U
But they speak sometimes I must bear it all	I
Well may they speak That Francis that first time	J4
And that long festal year at Fontainebleau	I
I surely then could sometimes leave the ground	K4
Put on the glory Rafael's daily wear	N3
In that humane great monarch's golden look	L4
One finger in his beard or twisted curl	I
Over his mouth's good mark that made the smile	I
One arm about my shoulder round my neck	M4
The jingle of his gold chain in my ear	G3
I painting proudly with his breath on me	I
All his court round him seeing with his eyes	N4
Such frank French eyes and such a fire of souls	O4
Profuse my hand kept plying by those hearts	P4
And best of all this this this face beyond	Q4
This in the background waiting on my work	Q
To crown the issue with a last reward	R4
A good time was it not my kingly days	S4
And had you not grown restless but I know	I
'Tis done and past 'Twas right my instinct said	N2
Too live the life grew golden and not grey	F
And I'm the weak eyed bat no sun should tempt	T4
Out of the grange whose four walls make his world	F3
How could it end in any other way	F
You called me and I came home to your heart	D
The triumph was to reach and stay there since	U4
I reached it ere the triumph what is lost	V4
Let my hands frame your face in your hair's gold	W4
You beautiful Lucrezia that are mine	N
Rafael did this Andrea painted that	M3
The Roman's is the better when you pray	F
But still the other's Virgin was his wife	X4
Men will excuse me I am glad to judge	R2
Both pictures in your presence clearer grows	Y4
My better fortune I resolve to think	K
For do you know Lucrezia as God lives	U2
Said one day Agnolo his very self	T
To Rafael I have known it all these years	Z
When the young man was flaming out his thoughts	Z4
Upon a palace wall for Rome to see	I
Too lifted up in heart because of it	M
Friend there's a certain sorry little scrub
Goes up and down our Florence none cares how	Y3
Who were he set to plan and execute
As you are pricked on by your popes and kings
Would bring the sweat into that brow of yours
To Rafael's And indeed the arm is wrong
I hardly dare yet only you to see	I
Give the chalk here quick thus the line should go	I
Ay but the soul he's Rafael rub it out	Q3
Still all I care for if he spoke the truth	R3
What he why who but Michel Agnolo	I
Do you forget already words like those	Y4
If really there was such a chance so lost	V4
Is whether you're not grateful but more pleased
Well let me think so And you smile indeed
This hour has been an hour Another smile	I
If you would sit thus by me every night	V3
I should work better do you comprehend	F4
I mean that I should earn more give you more	A
See it is settled dusk now there's a star	O2
Morello's gone the watch lights show the wall	I
The cue owls speak the name we call them by	I
Come from the window love come in at last	T2
Inside the melancholy little house
We built to be so gay with God is just
King Francis may forgive me oft at nights
When I look up from painting eyes tired out	Q3
The walls become illumined brick from brick
Distinct instead of mortar fierce bright gold	W4
That gold of his I did cement them with
Let us but love each other Must you go	I
That Cousin here again he waits outside	U
Must see you you and not with me Those loans
More gaming debts to pay you smiled for that	M3
Well let smiles buy me have you more to spend	F4
While hand and eye and something of a heart	D
Are left me work's my ware and what's it worth
I'll pay my fancy Only let me sit	M
The grey remainder of the evening out	Q3
Idle you call it and muse perfectly	I
How I could paint were I but back in France	S2
One picture just one more the Virgin's face
Not yours this time I want you at my side	U
To hear them that is Michel Agnolo	I
Judge all I do and tell you of its worth
Will you To morrow satisfy your friend	F4
I take the subjects for his corridor	W
Finish the portrait out of hand there there	N3
And throw him in another thing or two	P
If he demurs the whole should prove enough	E3
To pay for this same Cousin's freak Beside	U
What's better and what's all I care about	Q3
Get you the thirteen scudi for the ruff	E3
Love does that please you Ah but what does he	I
The Cousin what does he to please you more	A
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I am grown peaceful as old age to night	V3
I regret little I would change still less	E2
Since there my past life lies why alter it	M
The very wrong to Francis it is true	P
I took his coin was tempted and complied	U
And built this house and sinned and all is said	N2
My father and my mother died of want
Well had I riches of my own you see	I
How one gets rich Let each one bear his lot	D4
They were born poor lived poor and poor they died	U
And I have laboured somewhat in my time	J4
And not been paid profusely Some good son
Paint my two hundred pictures let him try	I
No doubt there's something strikes a balance Yes	E2
You loved me quite enough it seems to night	V3
This must suffice me here What would one have
In heaven perhaps new chances one more chance	S2
Four great walls in the New Jerusalem
Meted on each side by the angel's reed
For Leonard Rafael Agnolo and me	I
To cover the three first without a wife	X4
While I have mine So still they overcome
Because there's still Lucrezia as I choose
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Again the Cousin's whistle Go my Love	J