237. Wherein He Cries Out for Death That His Soul May Join Her As have His Thoughts Long Since -
WHEREIN HE CRIES OUT FOR DEATH THAT HIS SOUL MAY JOIN HER AS HAVE HIS THOUGHTS LONG SINCE
Even in the blossom of youth when Love burns high
And bends and binds our hearts with his sweet fire,
Leaving her flesh as a nun leaves earth's attire,
Laura, my life, put me and passion by:
Vital and vivid, the genius of her sky,
She sways the orbit of my soul's desire —
Why was I left to watch from mortal mire
New life's first day unfold, sin's last day die?
My every ardent thought pursues and clings
To her path white with lightning, and my soul
Would follow with impetuous happy wings.
Ah Christ, dear Christ, why must I wait? The whole
Of my heart grows heavier with time and woe...
If I had died this day three years ago!
Even in the blossom of youth when Love burns high
And bends and binds our hearts with his sweet fire,
Leaving her flesh as a nun leaves earth's attire,
Laura, my life, put me and passion by:
Vital and vivid, the genius of her sky,
She sways the orbit of my soul's desire —
Why was I left to watch from mortal mire
New life's first day unfold, sin's last day die?
My every ardent thought pursues and clings
To her path white with lightning, and my soul
Would follow with impetuous happy wings.
Ah Christ, dear Christ, why must I wait? The whole
Of my heart grows heavier with time and woe...
If I had died this day three years ago!
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