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Poem	SONNET LIII. E questo 'l nido in che la mia Fenice. THE SIGHT OF LAURA'S HOUSE REMINDS HIM OF HIS MISERY. Is this the nest in which my phœnix firstHer plumage donn'd of purple and of gold,Beneath her wings who knew my heart to hold,For whom e'en yet its sighs and wishes burst?Prime root in which my cherish'd ill had birth,Where is the fair face whence that bright light came.Alive and glad which kept me in my flame?Now bless'd in heaven as then alone on earth;Wretched and lonely thou hast left me here,Fond lingering by the scenes, with sorrows drown'd,To thee which consecrate I still revere.[Pg 276]Watching the hills as dark night gathers round,Whence its last flight to heaven thy soul did take,And where my day those bright eyes wont to make. Macgregor. Is this the nest in which her wings of gold,Of gold and purple plume, my phœnix laid?How flutter'd my fond heart beneath their shade!But now its sighs proclaim that dwelling cold:Sweet source! from which my bliss, my bane, have roll'd,Where is that face, in living light array'd,That burn'd me, yet my sole enjoyment made?Unparallel'd on earth, the heavens now holdThee bless'd!—but I am left wretched, alone!Yet ever in my grief return to seeAnd honour this sweet place, though thou art gone.A black night veils the hills, whence rising freeThou took'st thy heavenward flight! Ah! when they shoneIn morning radiance, it was all from thee! Morehead.
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