Dante

She was, existed, amongst other women, for love’s sake When my eye caught her sight, my spirits left This corpse of mine: soul theft My remains, were shaking, trembling: earthquake My soul looked down upon my flesh quite rotten My hand begged for support from a wall Beatrice the loveliest of all Somewhat cruel. She laughed, at my meat forgotten Then life within that floating soul Found its way back into me, a man I was awake, not dead, and whole Many tears I had to weep, when towards home I ran At my desk, me being apparently a fool I wrote a sonnet, of consolation, its feeble tool