192. ‘Stiamo, Amor, a veder la Gloria nostra,’

Let us stop, Love, to see our glory,

things noble and novel beyond nature:

see how sweetness rains down on her,

see the light that heaven shows on earth,

see how our lady’s choicest dress is gilded

and pearled with so much art, and like no other,

how sweetly she moves her eyes and feet

among the shaded cloister of lovely hills.

The green grass and flowers of a thousand hues,

scattered beneath that ancient dark oak-tree,

pray that her lovely foot will touch or bend them:

and heaven with its clear and wandering sparks

blazes around, visibly delighting

at being made calm by such lovely eyes.