263. Had Laura but Lived, His Poems Might Have Become Worthier to Sing Her to the World -
WHEREIN HE REVEALS HIS ANGUISH TO ALL SUCH AS HAD WITNESSED HIS PREVIOUS DELIGHT
Love, that in lovelier days would wander here,
Walking and whispering by these mutual shores,
While the glad waters in green corridors
Listened to music she made doubly dear;
Ye flowers, leaves, grass, glades, grottoes, tranquil air,
Soft valleys, soaring hills and golden floors,
Ye trackless forests, rock-piled auditors
That often shared Love's laughter or Love's tear;
Ye coal-eyed nymphs that haunt this leafy place;
Ye forest nymphs, ye blue-haired nymphs that swim
With fishes at your breasts like amethysts —
Ye marked how my felicities grew apace:
Ah, mark now how each hour grows dark and grim
As Fate makes fast his iron on our wrists!
Love, that in lovelier days would wander here,
Walking and whispering by these mutual shores,
While the glad waters in green corridors
Listened to music she made doubly dear;
Ye flowers, leaves, grass, glades, grottoes, tranquil air,
Soft valleys, soaring hills and golden floors,
Ye trackless forests, rock-piled auditors
That often shared Love's laughter or Love's tear;
Ye coal-eyed nymphs that haunt this leafy place;
Ye forest nymphs, ye blue-haired nymphs that swim
With fishes at your breasts like amethysts —
Ye marked how my felicities grew apace:
Ah, mark now how each hour grows dark and grim
As Fate makes fast his iron on our wrists!
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