For had I been below, I should have shown thee Somewhat beyond the foliage of my love. That left-hand margin, which doth bathe itself 1350 In Rhone, when it is mingled with the Sorgue, Me for its lord awaited in due time, And that horn of Ausonia, which is towned 1351 With Bari, with Gaeta and Catona, Whence Tronto and Verde in the sea disgorge. Already flashed upon my brow the crown Of that dominion which the Danube waters 1352 After the German borders it abandons; And beautiful Trinacria, that is murky 1353 ’Twixt Pachino and Peloro, (on the gulf 1354 Which greatest scath from Eurus doth receive,) Not through Typhoeus, but through nascent sulphur, 1355 Would have awaited her own monarchs still, Through me from Charles descended and from Rudolph, 1356