Sonnet LXXVI
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SONNET LXXVI.
Donna che lieta col Principio nostro.
HE CONJURES LAURA, BY THE PURE LOVE HE EVER BORE HER, TO OBTAIN FOR HIM A SPEEDY ADMISSION TO HER IN HEAVEN.
Lady, in bliss who, by our Maker's feet,As suited for thine excellent life alone,Art now enthroned in high and glorious seat,Adorn'd with charms nor pearls nor purple own;O model high and rare of ladies sweet!Now in his face to whom all things are known,Look on my love, with that pure faith replete,As long my verse and truest tears have shown,And know at last my heart on earth to theeWas still as now in heaven, nor wish'd in lifeMore than beneath thine eyes' bright sun to be:Wherefore, to recompense the tedious strife,Which turn'd my liege heart from the world away,Pray that I soon may come with thee to stay.
Macgregor. Lady! whose gentle virtues have obtain'dFor thee a dwelling with thy Maker blest,To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):Ah! thou who here the most exalted reign'd,Now through the eyes of Him who knows each breast,That heart's pure faith and love thou canst attest,Which both my pen and tears alike sustain'd.Thou, knowest, too, my heart was thine on earth,As now it is in heaven; no wish was thereBut to avow thine eyes, its only shrine:Thus to reward the strife which owes its birthTo thee, who won my each affection'd care,Pray God to waft me to his home and thine!
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