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Canzone XII

CANZONE XII.
 Una donna più bella assai che 'l sole.
 GLORY AND VIRTUE.
  A lady, lovelier, brighter than the sun,Like him superior o'er all time and space,Of rare resistless grace,Me to her train in early life had won:She, from that hour, in act, and word and thought,—For still the world thus covets what is rare—In many ways though broughtBefore my search, was still the same coy fair:For her alone my plans, from what they were,Grew changed, since nearer subject to her eyes;Her love alone could spurMy young ambition to each hard emprize:So, if in long-wish'd port I e'er arrive,I hope, for aye through her,When others deem me dead, in honour to survive.
 Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,She, at her will, as plainly now appears,Has led me many years,But for one end, my nature best to prove:Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,But never her sweet face, till I, who right[Pg 109]Knew not her power to bless,All my green youth for these, contented quite,So spent, that still the memory is delight:Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,I now may own, of late,Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,She shows herself, shooting through all my heartAn icy cold so greatThat save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
 Not that in this cold fear I all did shrink,For still my heart was to such boldness strungThat to her feet I clung,As if more rapture from her eyes to drink:And she—for now the veil was ta'en awayWhich barr'd my sight—thus spoke me, "Friend, you seeHow fair I am, and mayAsk, for your years, whatever fittest be.""Lady," I said, "so long my love on theeHas fix'd, that now I feel myself on fire,What, in this state, to shun, and what desire."She, thereon, with a voice so wond'rous sweetAnd earnest look replied,By turns with hope and fear it made my quick heart beat:—
 "Rarely has man, in this full crowd below,E'en partial knowledge of my worth possess'dWho felt not in his breastAt least awhile some spark of spirit glow:But soon my foe, each germ of good abhorr'd,Quenches that light, and every virtue dies,While reigns some other lordWho promises a calmer life shall rise:Love, of your mind, to him that naked lies,So shows the great desire with which you burn,That safely I divineIt yet shall win for you an honour'd urn;Already one of my few friends you are,And now shall see in signA lady who shall make your fond eyes happier far."
 "It may not, cannot be," I thus began;—When she, "Turn hither, and in yon calm nook[Pg 110]Upon the lady lookSo seldom seen, so little sought of man!"I turn'd, and o'er my brow the mantling shame,Within me as I felt that new fire swell,Of conscious treason came.She softly smiled, "I understand you well;E'en as the sun's more powerful rays dispelAnd drive the meaner stars of heaven from sight,So I less fair appear,Dwindling and darken'd now in her more light;But not for this I bar you from my train,As one in jealous fear—One birth, the elder she, produced us, sisters twain."
 Meanwhile the cold and heavy chain was burstOf silence, which a sense of shame had flungAround my powerless tongue,When I was conscious of her notice first:And thus I spoke, "If what I hear be true,Bless'd be the sire, and bless'd the natal dayWhich graced our world with you!Blest the long years pass'd in your search away!From the right path if e'er I went astray,It grieves me more than, haply, I can show:But of your state, if IDeserve more knowledge, more I long to know."She paused, then, answering pensively, so bentOn me her eloquent eye,That to my inmost heart her looks and language went:—
 "As seem'd to our Eternal Father best,We two were made immortal at our birth:To man so small our worthBetter on us that death, like yours, should rest.Though once beloved and lovely, young and bright,So slighted are we now, my sister sweetAlready plumes for flightHer wings to bear her to her own old seat;Myself am but a shadow thin and fleet;Thus have I told you, in brief words, whate'erYou sought of us to find:And now farewell! before I mount in airThis favour take, nor fear that I forget."[Pg 111]Whereat she took and twinedA wreath of laurel green, and round my temples set.
 My song! should any deem thy strain obscure,Say, that I care not, and, ere long to hear,In certain words and clear,Truth's welcome message, that my hope is sure;For this alone, unless I widely errOf him who set me on the task, I came,That others I might stirTo honourable acts of high and holy aim.
 Macgregor.

Written by Francesco Petrarch |

Sonnet XXXIX

SONNET XXXIX.
 Io pensava assai destro esser sull' ale.
 UNWORTHY TO HAVE LOOKED UPON HER, HE IS STILL MORE SO TO ATTEMPT HER PRAISES.
  I thought me apt and firm of wing to rise(Not of myself, but him who trains us all)In song, to numbers fitting the fair thrallWhich Love once fasten'd and which Death unties.Slow now and frail, the task too sorely tries,As a great weight upon a sucker small:"Who leaps," I said, "too high may midway fall:Man ill accomplishes what Heaven denies."So far the wing of genius ne'er could fly—Poor style like mine and faltering tongue much less—As Nature rose, in that rare fabric, high.Love follow'd Nature with such full successIn gracing her, no claim could I advanceEven to look, and yet was bless'd by chance.
 Macgregor.