Under the Loxian's choicest gifts of gold.

Who will may hear Sordello's story told,

And now he never could remember when

He dwelt not at Goito. Calmly, then,

From Sordello, now in childhood.

About this secret lodge of Adelaide's

Glided his youth away; beyond the glades

On the fir-forest border, and the rim

Of the low range of mountain, was for him

No other world: but this appeared his own