Love

Sonnet XCVIII (In Life): Leave-Taking

by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) 1304–1374

Translated by Rev. Francis Wrangham (in Bohn, 1879) · From To Laura in Life

Love

That witching paleness, which with cloud of love
Veil'd her sweet smile, majestically bright,
So thrill'd my heart, that from the bosom's night
Midway to meet it on her face it strove.
Then learnt I how, 'mid realms of joy above,
The blest behold the blest: in such pure light
I scann'd her tender thought, to others' sight
Viewless!--but my fond glances would not rove.
Each angel grace, each lowly courtesy,
E'er traced in dame by Love's soft power inspired,
Would seem but foils to those which prompt my lay:
Upon the ground was cast her gentle eye,
And still methought, though silent, she inquired,
"What bears my faithful friend so soon, so far away?"

MLA

Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch). “Sonnet XCVIII (In Life): Leave-Taking.” Translated by Rev. Francis Wrangham. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petrarch/122/.

Chicago

Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch). “Sonnet XCVIII (In Life): Leave-Taking.” Translated by Rev. Francis Wrangham. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petrarch/122/.

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