131. ‘Io canterei d’amor sí novamente?

I would sing of love in so new a way

I would draw a thousand sighs

from that hard heart, and light a thousand

noble desires in that chill mind:

and I would see her often change expression,

and wet her eyes, and turn more pityingly,

like one who, when it’s no use, repents

of other’s suffering and her own error:

and the scarlet roses in among the snow

move at her breath, revealing ivory,

changing to marble those who gaze closely:

and all that holds no regret for me

in this brief life, but only glory

at having been born in this late age.