How Lisa loved the King [antikvár]

How Lisa loved the King. Six hundred years ago, in Dante's time, Before his cheek was furrowed by déep rhyme; When Europe,fed afresh from Eastern story, Was like a garden tangled with the glory • Of flowers hand-planted and of flowers airsown, Climbing and trailing, buddin'g and full-blown, Where purple bells are tossed amid pink stars, And springing blad'es, green troops in innocent wars, H Crowd every shady spot of teeming earth, Making invisible motion. visible birth, -