XXIII

So on a pleasant morning, as he leant

      Into the sunrise, o'er the balustrade

Of the garden-terrace, towards him they bent

      Their footing through the dews; and to him said,

'You seem there in the quiet of content,

      Lorenzo, and we are most loth to invade

Calm speculation; but if you are wise,

Bestride your steed while cold is in the skies.