IV.

You and I will never read that volume.

Guido Reni, like his own eye’s apple,

Guarded long the treasure-book and loved it.

Guido Reni dying, all Bologna

Cried, and the world cried too “Ours, the treasure!”

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

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