Sonnet from Petrarch (253).
Soleasi nel mio cor. Petrarch.She ruled in beauty o'er this heart of mine,
A noble lady in a humble home;
And now her time for heavenly bliss has come,
'Tis I am mortal proved, and she divine.
The soul that all its blessings must resign,
And love whose light no more on earth finds room
Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom,
Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine;
They weep within my heart; no ears they find
Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care,
And nought remains to me save mournful breath.
Assuredly but dust and shade we are,
Assuredly desire is mad and blind,
Assuredly its hope but ends in death.