Sonnet CCXVIII

Petrarch * Track #118 On The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch

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Petrarch

1875

Sonnet CCXVIII by Petrarch

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Sonnet CCXVIII Annotated

HIS SOUL VISITS HER IN SLEEP

Oh! that from her some vengeance I could wrest
With words and glances who my peace destroys,
And then abash'd, for my worse sorrow, flies,
Veiling her eyes so cruel, yet so blest;
Thus mine afflicted spirits and oppress'd
By sure degrees she sorely drains and dries,
And in my heart, as savage lion, cries
Even at night, when most I should have rest.
My soul, which sleep expels from his abode,
The body leaves, and, from its trammels free,
Seeks her whose mien so often menace show'd.
I marvel much, if heard its advent be,
That while to her it spake, and o'er her wept,
And round her clung, asleep she alway kept.

Macgregor.

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