In Vita di Madonna Laura: 22
FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH
A LONE and thoughtful, some most desert field
I measure with reluctant steps and slow;
Or strive by shy, untrodden paths to go,
Watchful and fugitive. No other shield
Save flight I find, who fain would keep concealed
From the world's open scrutiny the glow
Beneath the ashes of my smile. I know
How lightly were my heart's red fire revealed.
I think that even hill and mountain peak,
River and forest know of what sad kind
Is this my hidden life; and yet I find
That, whatsoever steepest way I walk,
And wildest, Love himself that road will seek,
Always, and he and I together talk.
A LONE and thoughtful, some most desert field
I measure with reluctant steps and slow;
Or strive by shy, untrodden paths to go,
Watchful and fugitive. No other shield
Save flight I find, who fain would keep concealed
From the world's open scrutiny the glow
Beneath the ashes of my smile. I know
How lightly were my heart's red fire revealed.
I think that even hill and mountain peak,
River and forest know of what sad kind
Is this my hidden life; and yet I find
That, whatsoever steepest way I walk,
And wildest, Love himself that road will seek,
Always, and he and I together talk.
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