112. Wherein He Recalls the First Sight of Laura and Love -

WHEREIN HE RECALLS THE FIRST SIGHT OF LAURA AND LOVE

Never so splendidly did the sun arise
When the sky stood most purged of taint and mist,
Nor, after rain, has the rainbow's amethyst
In the washed air displayed so many dyes
As are the colours that against my eyes
Dazzled that day I strapped upon my wrist
Love's load, that face (the florid I resist
In speech) beyond all mortal rivalries.
I saw Love turning, saw his eyes at turning
Look with such light upon me, such sweet burning
That all things else went dark that day and since.
Sennuccio, I saw him, saw the Prince
Stretching the bow that makes life perilous —
Ah, but to see him once more — even thus!
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Francesco Petrarch
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