LII

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LII

Whose glance reflecting inspiration

With tenderness hath recognized

Thy meditative incantation⁠—

Whom hath thy strain immortalized?

None, be my witness Heaven above!

The malady of hopeless love

I have endured without respite.

Happy who thereto can unite

Poetic transport. They impart

A double force unto their song

Who following Petrarch move along

And ease the tortures of the heart⁠—

Perchance they laurels also cull⁠—

But I, in love, was mute and dull.