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That sun that showed me the right road
I thought I had wings enough to take flight,
For her I changed the Arno for the Sorgue,
The new and noble miracle that in our day
Zephyr returns and brings fair weather,
That nightingale who weeps so sweetly,
Not the stars that wander the calm sky,
The time is past, alas, now, when I found
My mind, you foresaw the harm to come,
All my green and flowering time was past,
It was time now after such a war, to make
Love had shown me a tranquil harbour
At the fall of a tree that was levelled
These days of mine, faster than a hind,
I feel the ancient breeze, and see sweet hills
Is this the nest in which my phoenix
I’ll never see those verses where Love
One day, standing alone at my window,
I can’t be silent, yet I fear to use
Now you have done the worst that you can,
The breeze, the scent, the coolness and the shade
Alas, the last of my happy days,
O day, O hour, O ultimate moment,
That loving, sweet, dear, virtuous gaze
I used to wander far from the fountain
My kindly fate, and a life made happy,
My sad verse, go to the harsh stone
If honest love can merit a reward,
Among a thousand ladies I saw one,
She comes to mind, rather is already there,
That which in scent and colour overcame
Death, you have left the world without a sun
I knew, when Heaven opened my eyes,
My sweet, dear and precious pledge
Ah what mercy, what angel was so swift
I feed my weary heart on that food,
Thinking of her, who now honours Heaven,
Love was once a sweet thing perhaps,
Love and grief drove my tongue astray
The angels elect and the blessed spirits,
Lady, who dwell now, with our Creator,
From lovelier eyes, and from a brighter glance,
From time to time I seem to hear that messenger
This fragile and fallen good of ours,
Sweet harshness, and quiet rejection,
Happy spirit that glanced so sweetly
Little wandering bird that goes singing
Love, give your help to my troubled mind,
O time, O fickle sky, that flickers by,
My sacred breeze so often breathes
Every day seems a thousand years to me
Death cannot make that sweet face bitter,
When my gentle faithful comforter
That ancient sweet cruel lord of mine
Often my faithful mirror shows me
I fly to heaven on wings of thought
Death has quenched the sun that dazzled me,
Love held me burning, twenty-one years,
I go weeping for my time past,