Sonnet LIX
SONNET LIX.
Quel vago, dolce, caro, onesto sguardo.
HE SHOULD HAVE FORESEEN HIS LOSS IN THE UNUSUAL LUSTRE OF HER EYES.
That glance of hers, pure, tender, clear, and sweet,Methought it said, "Take what thou canst while nigh;For here no more thou'lt see me, till on highFrom earth have mounted thy slow-moving feet."O intellect than forest pard more fleet!Yet slow and dull thy sorrow to descry,How didst thou fail to see in her bright eyeWhat since befell, whence I my ruin meet.Silently shining with a fire sublime,They said, "O friendly lights, which long have beenMirrors to us where gladly we were seen,Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;Who bound us to the earth dissolves our bond,But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond."
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