To Portia at Belmont.

Quick from fog and frost away,1
                        
                        Fly my song with greeting gay2
                        
                        To fair Belmont’s lady fair.3
                        
                        Up, my song, to purer air—4
                        
                        Up like soaring lark in spring !5
                        
                        Quick as swallow dips his wing6
                        
                        Slanting to the summer sea,7
                        
                        Quick, away, with frolic glee,8
                        
                        Humble greeting, greeting gay,9
                        
                        To the Lady Portia !10
                        She is good and she is wise—11
                        
                        She has shapen destinies ;—12
                        
                        Swift of tongue, of noble speech,13
                        
                        Learning ever, wise to teach ;14
                        
                        Wise in counsel, firm in deed,15
                        
                        Helper in man’s utmost need ;16
                        
                        Brave as wise, and true as brave,17
                        
                        Quick to feel, and strong to save :18
                        
                        Fly my little song, and pay19
                        
                        Honour to great Portia.20
                        Wise she is,—and sweet withal,21
                        
                        Queen at life’s great festival,22
                        
                        Queen of laughter ;  keen of wit,23
                        
                        Quick to aim, and sure to hit,—24
                        
                        Laughing light, and laughing ever,25
                        
                        At the foolish jest and clever—26
                        
                        Laughing first and jesting after,27
                        
                        For she scarce can speak for laughter,—28
                        
                        Who our thousand follies sees,29
                        
                        Antics, inconsistencies :30
                        
                        Wiser than all men, more gay31
                        
                        Than a child is Portia.32
                        Bright on Adriatic sea33
                        
                        Plays the sunlight laughingly ;34
                        
                        Soft on Belmont lawns by night35
                        
                        Flows and spreads the fair moonlight ;36
                        
                        Countless years has Venice stood
                              37
                        
                        Steadfast on the shifting flood :38
                        
                        Steadfast heart, unbroken will,39
                        
                        Noble purpose, matchless skill,40
                        
                        Tenderness of moon’s soft ray,41
                        
                        Splendour of the southern day,42
                        
                        Charm of Venus at her birth,43
                        
                        Naught of malice, all of mirth,44
                        
                        Laughter, learning, love, and play—45
                        
                        All good things are Portia.46
                        
Fly, then, song across the sea,47
                        
                        Fly to mirth and minstrelsy ;48
                        
                        And when thou dost see the trees49
                        
                        On fair Belmont’s terraces,50
                        
                        Bow thee to thy lady’s knife,51
                        
                        Kiss the hand that takes thy life ;52
                        
                        Take one kiss and breathe one sigh53
                        
                        When she cuts thy chord, then lie54
                        
                        In her hand, beneath her smile ;55
                        
                        She will laugh a little while—56
                        
                        For she laughs at little things—57
                        
                        Then perchance she’ll fold thy wings,58
                        
                        Lay thee on her heart to rest ;59
                        
                        Then my song art thou most blest60
                        
                        On the home of trust and play,61
                        
                        On the heart of Portia.62