Petrarch - Sonnet LXXXVII lyrics

HE IS BEWILDERED AT THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL OF LAURA As Love his arts in haunts familiar tried, Watchful as one expecting war is found, Who all foresees and guards the pa**es round, I in the armour of old thoughts relied: Turning, I saw a shadow at my side Cast by the sun, whose outline on the ground I knew for hers, who—be my judgment sound— Deserves in bliss immortal to abide. I whisper'd to my heart, Nay, wherefore fear? But scarcely did the thought arise within Than the bright rays in which I burn were here. As thunders with the lightning-flash begin, So was I struck at once both blind and mute, By her dear dazzling eyes and sweet salute. Macgregor.