WOLLASTON.
CANZONE IV.
Si e debile il filo a cui s’ attene.
HE GRIEVES IN ABSENCE FROM LAURA.
The thread on
which my weary life depends
So fragile is and weak,
If none kind succour lends,
Soon ’neath the painful
burden will it break;
Since doom’d to take
my sad farewell of her,
In whom begins and ends
My bliss, one hope, to stir
My sinking spirit from its
black despair,
Whispers, “Though lost
awhile
That form so dear and fair,
Sad soul! the trial bear,
For thee e’en yet the
sun may brightly shine,
And days more happy smile,
Once more the lost loved treasure
may be thine.”
This thought awhile sustains
me, but again
To fail me and forsake in
worse excess of pain.
Time flies apace: the
silent hours and swift
So urge his journey on,
Short span to me is left
Even to think how quick to
death I run;
Scarce, in the orient heaven,
yon mountain crest
Smiles in the sun’s
first ray,
When, in the adverse west,
His long round run, we see
his light decay
So small of life the space,
So frail and clogg’d
with woe,
To mortal man below,
That, when I find me from
that beauteous face
Thus torn by fate’s
decree,
Unable at a wish with her
to be,
So poor the profit that old
comforts give,
I know not how I brook in
such a state to live.
Each place offends, save where
alone I see
Those eyes so sweet and bright,
Which still shall bear the
key
Of the soft thoughts I hide
from other sight;
And, though hard exile harder
weighs on me,
Whatever mood betide,
I ask no theme beside,
For all is hateful that I
since have seen.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness
of my days
One beautiful serene,
To which tormented Memory
still strays:
Free as my life then pass’d
from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my
present lot to bear.
Alas! self-parleying thus,
I but renew
The warm wish in my mind,
Which first within it grew
The day I left my better half
behind:
If by long absence love is
quench’d, then who
Guides me to the old bait,
Whence all my sorrows date?
Why rather not my lips in
silence seal’d?
By finest crystal ne’er
Were hidden tints reveal’d
So faithfully and fair,
As my sad spirit naked lays
and bare
Its every secret part,
And the wild sweetness thrilling
in my heart,
Through eyes which, restlessly,
o’erfraught with tears,
Seek her whose sight alone
with instant gladness cheers.