Translations. - Part Ii. Sonnet Lxxv. (From Petrarch.)
The elect angels and the souls in bliss, The citizens of heaven, when, that first day, My lady passed from me and went their way, Of marvel and pity full, did round her press. "What light is this, and what new loveliness?" They said among them; "for such sweet display Did never mount, that from the earth did stray To this high dwelling, all this age, we guess!"[1] She, well content her lodging chang'd to find, Shows perfect, by her peers most perfect placed; And now and then half turning looks behind To see if I walk in the way she traced: Hence I lift heavenward all my heart and mind Because I hear her pray me to make haste.
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