86. Wherein His Oppressed Heart Finds Some Liberty in Recalling the Eyes and Words of Laura -
WHEREIN HIS OPPRESSED HEART FINDS SOME LIBERTY IN RECALLING THE EYES AND WORDS OF LAURA
Alas, how Love incessantly persists!
All day, all night, a thousand times I turn
Whither I best may see those blue eyes burn
Which lured my heart to Love's immortal trysts.
Then am I quieted, and through my wrists
The blood beats softly, while the hours discern
Her eyes fixed calmly in my mind: I spurn
All else, all else nor matters nor exists.
The fragrant air which her angelic ways
Waft with each thought of hers, each liquid phrase,
Wherever she breathe, makes that place sweet and holy:
As though a spirit from Heaven should bequeath
Some solace to these scenes of melancholy,
And here, as nowhere else, let my heart breathe.
Alas, how Love incessantly persists!
All day, all night, a thousand times I turn
Whither I best may see those blue eyes burn
Which lured my heart to Love's immortal trysts.
Then am I quieted, and through my wrists
The blood beats softly, while the hours discern
Her eyes fixed calmly in my mind: I spurn
All else, all else nor matters nor exists.
The fragrant air which her angelic ways
Waft with each thought of hers, each liquid phrase,
Wherever she breathe, makes that place sweet and holy:
As though a spirit from Heaven should bequeath
Some solace to these scenes of melancholy,
And here, as nowhere else, let my heart breathe.
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