Petrarch - Fu forse un tempo dolce cosa amore lyrics

HE COMPLAINS OF HIS SUFFERINGS, WHICH ADMIT OF NO RELIEF Love, haply, was erewhile a sweet relief; I scarce know when; but now it bitter grows Beyond all else. Who learns from life well knows, As I have learnt to know from heavy grief; She, of our age, who was its honour chief, Who now in heaven with brighter lustre glows, Has robb'd my being of the sole repose It knew in life, though that was rare and brief. Pitiless d**h my every good has ta'en! Not the great bliss of her fair spirit freed Can aught console the adverse life I lead. I wept and sang; who now can wake no strain, But day and night the pent griefs of my soul From eyes and tongue in tears and verses roll. Macgregor.