227. Wherein He Laments His Separation from His Twin Lights -
WHEREIN HE LAMENTS HIS SEPARATION FROM HIS TWIN LIGHTS, LAURA AND COLONNA
O good milord, thoughts, wishes all inclined
My constant heart to visit one so dear;
But Fortune (that erratic Charioteer!)
Kept me in leash, misled, pulled up behind.
Since when the sweet desire Love breathed in mind
Leads to a death I do not see, but fear;
And while my two lights are denied me here,
Wherever I am, there is my soul confined.
Affection for milord, love of my Laura —
By these bonds and in torments bitter long
Have I been self-enslaved, O me pittore!
A Laurel green, a Column gentle, strong,
This for three lustres, that for three years' sighs
I kept locked so — nor wished it otherwise.
O good milord, thoughts, wishes all inclined
My constant heart to visit one so dear;
But Fortune (that erratic Charioteer!)
Kept me in leash, misled, pulled up behind.
Since when the sweet desire Love breathed in mind
Leads to a death I do not see, but fear;
And while my two lights are denied me here,
Wherever I am, there is my soul confined.
Affection for milord, love of my Laura —
By these bonds and in torments bitter long
Have I been self-enslaved, O me pittore!
A Laurel green, a Column gentle, strong,
This for three lustres, that for three years' sighs
I kept locked so — nor wished it otherwise.
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