Sonnet CXXV
SONNET CXXV.
Ove ch' i' posi gli occhi lassi o giri.
HER IMAGE IS EVER IN HIS HEART.
Where'er I rest or turn my weary eyes,To ease the longings which allure them still,Love pictures my bright lady at his will,That ever my desire may verdant rise.Deep pity she with graceful grief applies—Warm feelings ever gentle bosoms fill—While captived equally my fond ears thrillWith her sweet accents and seraphic sighs.Love and fair Truth were both allied to tellThe charms I saw were in the world alone,That 'neath the stars their like was never known.Nor ever words so dear and tender fellOn listening ear: nor tears so pure and brightFrom such fine eyes e'er sparkled in the light.
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