Still awhile Have patience; I will come to thee at last.
A few more goings in and out these doors, A few more chimings of these convent bells, A few more prayers, a few more sighs and tears, And the long agony of this life will end, And I shall be with thee.

If I am wanting To thy well-being, as thou art to mine, Have patience; I will come to thee at last.
Ye minds that loiter in these cloister gardens, Or wander far above the city walls, Bear unto him this message, that I ever Or speak or think of him, or weep for him.
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven.

It fades away, And melts into the air.

Ah, would that I Could thus be wafted unto thee, Francesco, A cloud of white, an incorporeal spirit! III MICHAEL ANGELO AND BENVENUTO CELLINI MICHAEL ANGELO, BENVENUTO CELLINI in gay attire.
BENVENUTO.
A good day and good year to the divine Maestro Michael Angelo, the sculptor! MICHAEL ANGELO.
Welcome, my Benvenuto.
BENVENUTO.
That is what My father said, the first time he beheld This handsome face.

But say farewell, not welcome.
I come to take my leave.