THE STATUE AND THE BUST.
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well,
And a statue watches it from the square,
And this story of both do the townsmen tell.
And a statue watches it from the square,
And this story of both do the townsmen tell.
Ages ago, a lady there,
At the farthest window facing the east
Asked, "Who rides by with the royal air?"
At the farthest window facing the east
Asked, "Who rides by with the royal air?"
The brides-maids' prattle around her ceased;
She leaned forth, one on either hand;
They saw how the blush of the bride increased—
She leaned forth, one on either hand;
They saw how the blush of the bride increased—
