A NATIVITY OF SANDRO BOTTICELLI.

    'WROUGHT¹ in the troublous times of Italy By Sandro Botticelli,' when for fear Of that last judgment², and last day drawn³ near To end all labour and all revelry, He worked and prayed in silence； this is she That by the holy cradle sees the bier, And in spice gifts the hyssop on the spear, And out of Bethlehem, Gethsemane.

    Between the gold sky and the green o'er head, The twelve great shining angels, garlanded, Marvel⁴ upon this face, wherein combine The mother's love that shone on all of us, And maiden⁵ rapture⁶ that makes luminous⁷ The brows of Margaret and Catherine.