Sonnet LXXIV
SONNET LXXIV.
Così potess' io ben chiuder in versi.
HE COMPLAINS THAT TO HIM ALONE IS FAITH HURTFUL.
Could I, in melting verse, my thoughts but throw,As in my heart their living load I bear,No soul so cruel in the world was e'erThat would not at the tale with pity glow.But ye, blest eyes, which dealt me the sore blow,'Gainst which nor helm nor shield avail'd to spareWithin, without, behold me poor and bare,Though never in laments is breathed my woe.But since on me your bright glance ever shines,E'en as a sunbeam through transparent glass,Suffice then the desire without the lines.Faith Peter bless'd and Mary, but, alas!It proves an enemy to me alone,Whose spirit save by you to none is known.
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