SONNET LXXXIII

SONNET LXXXIII.
 
Volo con l' ali de' pensieri al cielo.
 
HE SEEMS TO BE WITH HER IN HEAVEN.
 
 
So often on the wings of thought I fly
Up to heaven's blissful seats, that I appear
As one of those whose treasure is lodged there,
The rent veil of mortality thrown by.
A pleasing chillness thrills my heart, while I
Listen to her voice, who bids me paleness wear—
"Ah! now, my friend, I love thee, now revere,
For changed thy face, thy manners," doth she cry.
She leads me to her Lord: and then I bow,
Preferring humble prayer, He would allow
That I his glorious face, and hers might see.
Thus He replies: "Thy destiny's secure;
To stay some twenty, or some ten years more,
Is but a little space, though long it seems to thee.
"
 
Nott.

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...