276. ‘Poi che la vista angelica, serena,’

departing so swiftly, has left the soul

in great sadness, and gloomy horror,

I search for words to ease my pain.

Justly, grief leads me to lament:

since she, the cause, and Love know

I have no other remedy in my heart

against the troubles with which life is filled.

Death, you have taken this from me:

and you, blessed earth, that cover, and guard,

and hide that lovely human face,

where do you leave me, blind, disconsolate,

now that the sweet, loving, gentle light

of my eyes is no more with me?

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