The very soil will start afresh,
Teeming with glories won;
While round thy form, like myriad suns,
Shall shine a halo’s flame,
Enkindled from the dazzling light
Of thy great father’s fame.
More characteristic than this, however, because less heroic and grave, are eighteen décimas, or ten-line poems, called “Comparaciones,” because each ends with a comparison; the whole being preceded by a longer composition in the same style, addressing them all to his lady-love. The following may serve as a specimen of their peculiar tone and measure:—
Lady! so used my soul is grown
To serve thee always in pure truth,
That, drawn to thee, and thee alone,