314. ‘Mente mia, che presaga de’ tuoi damni,’

My mind, you foresaw the harm to come,

already pensive, sad, in happy times,

intently seeking in that beloved sight,

continually, for your future trouble:

by her actions, words, face, dress,

her fresh pity mingled with sadness,

warned by all this, could you not have said:

‘This is the last day of the sweet years.’

O wretched soul, what sweetness it was!

How we burned at the moment when I saw

those eyes that I might never see again,

when, in parting, to guard that noblest body,

like two most faithful friends, I left with them

my dearest thoughts, and my heart!