90. Wherein the Veriest Glimpse of Vaucluse Banishes from Memory All the Dangers of His Journey -

WHEREIN THE VERIEST GLIMPSE OF VAUCLUSE BANISHES FROM MEMORY ALL THE DANGERS OF HIS JOURNEY

O my Sennuccio, I but half live here
(Were I but wholly hers and you content!)
Where out of tempest my true course I bent,
When suddenly the clouds and winds drew near.
I would reveal, would make this matter clear:
Why I dread not the fiery firmament
And why unmitigated, far from spent,
As fierce as ever my old wounds appear.
When first I reached Love's realm, when first I saw
Where Laura in her glory walked alive,
Who heals the air, the thunder puts to sleep —
Love in my soul, where she alone gives law,
Quenched the chill terror, made the flame revive:
How were it to look deep in her eyes, deep!
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Francesco Petrarch
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