VII.

And, group'd around the fountain, forms were seen, Shaped as for courts in loving Chivalry, Such as Boccacio placed, 'mid alleys green, Listening to tales in careless Fiesole! Dress'd as for nymphs, the classic banquet there Was spread on grassy turfs, with coolest fruit And drinks Falernian--while the mellow air Heaved to the light swell of the amorous lute; And by the music lovers grew more bold, And Beauty blush'd to secrets, murmuring told.