TO EMILIA VIVIANI.

Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me

Sweet-basil and mignonette?

Embleming love and health, which never yet

In the same wreath might be.

Alas, and they are wet!

Is it with thy kisses or thy tears?

For never rain or dew

Such fragrance drew

From plant or flower — the very doubt endears

My sadness ever new,

The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee.