Tre gran Donne vid'io ch'in esser belle
Three high-born dames it was my lot to see,
Not all alike in beauty, yet so fair,
And so alike in act and look and air
That Nature seemed to say—“Sisters are we!”
I praised them all—but one of all the three
So charmed me that I loved her, and became
Her bard and sung my passion and her name,
'Till to the stars they soared past rivalry.
She only I adored—and if my gaze
Was turned elsewhere, it was but to admire
Of her high beauty some few scattered rays
And worship her in idols—fond desire
False incense hid—Yet I repent my praise
As rank idolatry 'gainst Love's true fire.
Not all alike in beauty, yet so fair,
And so alike in act and look and air
That Nature seemed to say—“Sisters are we!”
I praised them all—but one of all the three
So charmed me that I loved her, and became
Her bard and sung my passion and her name,
'Till to the stars they soared past rivalry.
She only I adored—and if my gaze
Was turned elsewhere, it was but to admire
Of her high beauty some few scattered rays
And worship her in idols—fond desire
False incense hid—Yet I repent my praise
As rank idolatry 'gainst Love's true fire.
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