Petrarch - Sonnet CXXXI lyrics

NIGHT BRINGS PEACE TO ALL SAVE HIM O'er earth and sky her lone watch silence keeps, And bird and beast in stirless slumber lie, Her starry chariot Night conducts on high, And in its bed the waveless ocean sleeps. I wake, muse, burn, and weep; of all my pain The one sweet cause appears before me still; War is my lot, which grief and anger fill, And thinking but of her some rest I gain. Thus from one bright and living fountain flows The bitter and the sweet on which I feed; One hand alone can harm me or can heal: And thus my martyrdom no limit knows, A thousand d**hs and lives each day I feel, So distant are the paths to peace which lead. Macgregor. 'Tis now the hour when midnight silence reigns O'er earth and sea, and whispering Zephyr dies Within his rocky cell; and Morpheus chains Each beast that roams the wood, and bird that wings the skies. More blest those rangers of the earth and air, Whom night awhile relieves from toil and pain; Condemn'd to tears and sighs, and wasting care. To me the circling sun descends in vain! Ah me! that mingling miseries and joys, Too near allied, from one sad fountain flow! The magic hand that comforts and annoys Can hope, and fell despair, and life, and d**h bestow! Too great the bliss to find in d**h relief: Fate has not yet fill'd up the measure of my grief. Woodhouselee.