Sienna
I Love thee, love thee, Giulio!
  Some call me cold, and some demure,
And if thou hast ever guessed that so
  I love thee … well;—the proof was poor,
  And no one could be sure.

Before thy song (with shifted rhymes
  To suit my name) did I undo
The persian? If it moved sometimes,
  Thou hast not seen a hand push...