Sonnet XXXVIII
SONNET XXXVIII.
Quel sol che mi mostrava il cammin destro.
LOVE AND HE SEEK LAURA, BUT FIND NO TRACES OF HER EXCEPT IN THE SKY.
That sun, which ever signall'd the right road,Where flash'd her own bright feet, to heaven to fly,Returning to the Eternal Sun on high,Has quench'd my light, and cast her earthly load;Thus, lone and weary, my oft steps have trode,As some wild animal, the sere woods by,Fleeing with heavy heart and downcast eyeThe world which since to me a blank has show'd.Still with fond search each well-known spot I paceWhere once I saw her: Love, who grieves me so,My only guide, directs me where to go.[Pg 265]I find her not: her every sainted traceSeeks, in bright realms above, her parent starFrom grisly Styx and black Avernus far.