Sonnet: He reports, in a feigned Vision, the successful Issue of Lapo Gianni's Love

Dante, a sigh that rose from the heart's core
Assail'd me, while I slumber'd, suddenly;
So that I woke o' the instant, fearing sore
Lest it came thither in Love's company:
Till, turning, I beheld the servitor
Of lady Lagia: “Help me,” so said he,
“O help me, Pity.” Though he said no more,
So much of Pity's essence enter'd me,
That I was ware of Love, those shafts he wields
A-whetting, and preferr'd the mourner's quest
To him, who straightway answer'd on this wise:
“Go tell my servant that the lady yields,
And that I hold her now at his behest:
If he believe not, let him note her eyes.”