XV. THE POET. YE airy habitants of Fashion's mart! Quicken your breasts; nor heard Humanity's Though soiled his garb, and wanting many a stitch— Than ever base, or common souls inspire. SONNETS TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH. I. LAURA'S BEAUTY. I SAW a form angelically bright, Celestial beauty in the world below; I saw sweet tears the orbs of Laura fill, Whose light eclipsed the light of envious Sol, And heard the mournful music of her soul Flow till the mountains moved-the streams stood still Love, wisdom, sympathy, and high desire, Weeping, produce more holy harmony Than ever yet was breathed from mortal lyre. Such bliss-such joy-earth, air, sky, ether bound. II. THE MODEL OF HER FACE. I' WHAT part of Heaven, or world of beauty, love, Within whose matchless and seraphic grace She sought to show her power in realms above? When were such virtues in one heart combined ? Right through my breast the shaft of death they drove. A beauty so divine none ever knew, Who never gazed enraptured on thine eyes, Rolling so sweetly in their liquid blue. None ever knew the balm of Love-his wiles, Or thrilled beneath the magic of thy smiles. III. THE SPELL OF HER BEAUTY THE stars, the heavens, the elements combined That mortal ken was blinded by its beams. For ever in her eyes' cerulean streams, Shone love, grace, sweetness, beauty, fervor true. Their rays entranced and purified the air— Awakened truth-and so divine became, They baffled speech-love, thought, conception quelled. No base desire was ever nourished there, But honor, virtue burned a deathless flame And all vile hopes by Beauty's light were thence repelled. IV THE POWER OF HER VIRTUE. Он, ardent virtue, that my heart enchained! Oh, gentle soul, my spirit's lofty dome! Oh, Sun of Purity-my stainless home! Tower in high Heaven, by Angel-hands sustained! Of snow-a mirror pure wherein I gazed, Which Apennines divide-and seas and Alps surround. |