Petrarch - Sonnet LV lyrics

HE IS NEVER WEARY OF PRAISING THE EYES OF LAURA The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart Beyond or power of herbs or magic art, Or stone which oceans from our shores divide, The chance of other love have so denied That one sweet thought alone contents my heart, From following which if ne'er my tongue depart, Pity the guided though you blame the guide. These are the bright eyes which, in every land But most in its own shrine, my heart, adored, Have spread the triumphs of my conquering lord; These are the same bright eyes which ever stand Burning within me, e'en as vestal fires, In singing which my fancy never tires. Macgregor. Not all the spells of the magician's art, Not potent herbs, nor travel o'er the main, But those sweet eyes alone can soothe my pain, And they which struck the blow must heal the smart; Those eyes from meaner love have kept my heart, Content one single image to retain, And censure but the medium wild and vain, If ill my words their honey'd sense impart; These are those beauteous eyes which never fail To prove Love's conquest, wheresoe'er they shine, Although my breast hath oftenest felt their fire; These are those beauteous eyes which still a**ail And penetrate my soul with sparks divine, So that of singing them I cannot tire. Wrottesley.