“So young of years—so sage in thy thought;

I will rise no more ere the day hath dawned—

A work of light should in light be wrought!”

XVI

Thus runs the legend, which also saith

Spite of his pranks Buonamico became,

When the years were fled, and Tafi was gone,

A painter who rivaled his master’s fame.


[THE PRINCE AND THE WHIPPING-BOY]