Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE MEMORIALIZES GIACOMO COLONNA WHO DIED BEFORE PETRARCH COULD ANSWER A LETTER FROM HIM

Never shall I with eyes unmisted see,
Or with a tranquil and untremulous mind,
Those characters by Love's pure light defined,
And golden with the hand of Charity;
Spirit unspotted by earth's calumny,
You spread such sweetness to those left behind,
As once more with my wandering verses twined
The style which Death has long denied to me.
Another labour, more bright than the leaves
Of youth, I thought to show: what iron planet
Thus envied our large love? What starry thieves
Stole you, my noble treasure? Who, in granite,
Shuts you untimely from my heart, my praise?
A night of sighs is mine, a night of days.