A chest that came from Venice, and had held
The ducal robes of some old Ancestor.
That, by the way—it may be true or false—
But don’t forget the picture; and thou wilt not,
When thou hast heard the tale they told me there.
She was an only child; from infancy
The joy, the pride of an indulgent Sire.
Her Mother dying of the gift she gave,
That precious gift, what else remained to him?
The young Ginevra was his all in life,