And blessèd me, the savior of his son,
While with redoubled zeal the Podestá
Urged, and the noble lords,—Heaven touched their hearts,—
They gave consent; and so the feud was healed,
And the next day my Love and I were wed.
And twenty glad years came and fleetly sped.
Each like a separate rose which buds and falls
Duly and fragrantly and is not missed.
’Twas then he carved as a memorial
On the façade of the old Sta. Maria