326. ‘Or ài fatto l’extremo di tua possa,’

Now you have done the worst that you can,

O cruel Death: now you’ve impoverished

Love’s kingdom: now the flower and light

of beauty is quenched, and shut in a little earth:

now you’ve despoiled our life, and stripped it

of all adornment, and the sovereign of his virtue:

but her fame and worth that can never die

are not in your power: dwell in her bones:

since the nobler part’s in heaven, and her brightness

like a lovelier sun, makes joyful and glorifies,

and by the good on earth is always remembered.    

May your heart, there, be conquered,

new angel, in victory, by pity for me,

as your beauty here conquered me.