SONNET. I CANNOT part from thee! thy image still T. E. R. LEONORA D'ESTE TO TASSO. I. FAREWELL! farewell! go forth, thou rich in song— Fly far away from faithless Italy; And as thy bark skims joyously along O'er the deep azure of the southern sea, II. I would not be a shade upon thy soul, Thou shouldst be free as the young birds of heav'n, I must submit although my heart be riv'n, |