286. Wherein He Reproaches Himself That He Failed to Read -

WHEREIN HE REPROACHES HIMSELF THAT HE FAILED TO READ THE FATAL MESSAGE IN HER EYES

That look, so sweet, so noble and so dear,
Seemed to entreat: " Take what thou canst while here:
For here thou shalt not see me, till thou plunge
From earth to heaven, a plumed charioteer. "
O swift intelligence that could outlunge
The leopard, yet could not see Death expunge
The lovely legend, in her silent tear
How didst thou fail to stop the hyssop sponge!
With tacit sacred flame illustrious,
Her eyes said, " Friendly lights that for so long
Have been glad mirrors to the joy in us,
Heaven awaits you, though the golden gong
Has yet to strike: the Lord unstraps our thong,
But wills against your will you linger thus. "
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Francesco Petrarch
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