Sonnet LXIX
[Pg 297]
SONNET LXIX.
Dolce mio caro e prezioso pegno.
HE PRAYS HER TO APPEAR BEFORE HIM IN A VISION.
Dear precious pledge, by Nature snatch'd away,But yet reserved for me in realms undying;O thou on whom my life is aye relying,Why tarry thus, when for thine aid I pray?Time was, when sleep could to mine eyes conveySweet visions, worthy thee;—why is my sighingUnheeded now?—who keeps thee from replying?Surely contempt in heaven cannot stay:Often on earth the gentlest heart is fainTo feed and banquet on another's woe(Thus love is conquer'd in his own domain),But thou, who seest through me, and dost knowAll that I feel,—thou, who canst soothe my pain,Oh! let thy blessed shade its peace bestow.
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