Petrarch - Volo con l' ali de' pensieri al cielo lyrics

HE SEEMS TO BE WITH HER IN HEAVEN So often on the wings of thought I fly Up to heaven's blissful seats, that I appear As one of those whose treasure is lodged there, The rent veil of mortality thrown by. A pleasing chillness thrills my heart, while I Listen to her voice, who bids me paleness wear— "Ah! now, my friend, I love thee, now revere, For changed thy face, thy manners," doth she cry. She leads me to her Lord: and then I bow, Preferring humble prayer, He would allow That I his glorious face, and hers might see. Thus He replies: "Thy destiny's secure; To stay some twenty, or some ten years more, Is but a little space, though long it seems to thee." Nott.