That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,  

 Looking as if she were alive. I call 

 That piece a wonder,now: Frà Pandolf's hands  

 Worked busily a day,and there she stands. 

 Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said 

 'Frà Pandolf' by design, for never read  

 Strangers like you that pictured countenance, 

 The depth and passion of its earnest glance, 

 But to myself they turned (since none puts by  

 The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) 

 And seemed as they would ask me,if they durst, 

 How such a glan