| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | A Volume of Dante | | By Caroline Wilder Fellowes |
| | | I LIE unread, alone. None heedeth me. | |
| Day after day the cobwebs are unswept | |
| From my dim covers. I have lain and slept | |
| In dust and darkness for a century. | |
| An old forgotten volume, I. Yet see! | 5 |
| Such mighty words within my heart are kept | |
| That, reading once, great Ariosto wept | |
| In vain despair so impotent to be. | |
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| And once, with pensive eyes and drooping head, | |
| Musing, Vittoria Colonna came, | 10 |
| And touched my leaves with dreamy finger tips, | |
| Lifted me up half absently, and read; | |
| Then kissed the page with sudden tender lips, | |
| And sighed, and murmured one belovéd name. | | | | |
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