Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Dantes MaskHéloïse Durant
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Of grave, worn features, still so proud in death.
No bitter jest can wound thee by a breath,
Nor idle mocker now in scoffing ask
Thy mission here. Completed all thy task,
And won forever the immortal wreath;
While saddest of sad brows rests still beneath,
Heart tempest-tost doth now in God’s light bask.
Pale image of great poet and brave man,
Thou art to me as monitor and friend.
When those sad lips and sunken eyes I scan,
I see the lines of will that naught could rend;
Dauntless to death, still free tho’ Florence ban,
Proving thy strength, endurance to the end.