LINES
ON THE SAME PICTURE
BEING REMOVED TO MAKE
PLACE FOR A PORTRAIT
OF A LADY BY TITIAN
XXXV
Who art thou, fair one, who usurp’st the place
Of Blanche, the lady of the matchless grace?
Come, fair and pretty, tell to me
Who, in thy life-time, thou might’st be.
Thou pretty art and fair,
But with the lady Blanche thou never must compare.
No need for Blanche her history to tell;
Whoever saw her face, they there did read it well.
But when I look on thee, I only know
There lived a pretty maid some hundred years ago.