To Laura In Death. Sonnet XLVI.
Mente mia che presaga de' tuoi danni. HE RECALLS WITH GRIEF THEIR LAST MEETING. My mind! prophetic of my coming fate, Pensive and gloomy while yet joy was lent, On the loved lineaments still fix'd, intent To seek dark bodings, ere thy sorrow's date! From her sweet acts, her words, her looks, her gait, From her unwonted pity with sadness blent, Thou might'st have said, hadst thou been prescient, "I taste my last of bliss in this low state!" My wretched soul! the poison, oh, how sweet! That through my eyes instill'd the burning smart, Gazing on hers, no more on earth to meet! To them--my bosom's wealth! condemn'd to part On a far journey--as to friends discreet, All my fond thoughts I left, and lingering heart. DACRE.
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