Paolo and Francesca, after Keats and Dante
The stirring moonlight held a mystic motion:
A sacred stray-light certain love is told
In winds and shadows plump with breath. Behold!
The arduous draft comes with a sharp commotion,
Whisper turns to song, from siren’s ocean.
In premonition’s lament, she foretold –
With eyes encrusted in a flaking gold –
Inferno’s clutch of spirited devotion.
Forewander down to Heaven’s hole, he tried
But not before the rapier was drawn.
Francesca’s love was dripping from his hands
Still when the two were buried, side by side,
With lips unmet – for ever in a dawn;
A Light the darkness did not understand.