Petrarch - Ballata II lyrics

HE INVITES HIS EYES TO FEAST THEMSELVES ON LAURA. My wearied eyes! while looking thus On that fair fatal face to us, Be wise, be brief, for—hence my sighs— Already Love our bliss denies. d**h only can the amorous track Shut from my thoughts which leads them back To the sweet port of all their weal; But lesser objects may conceal Our light from you, that meaner far In virtue and perfection are. Wherefore, poor eyes! ere yet appears, Already nigh, the time of tears, Now, after long privation past, Look, and some comfort take at last. Macgregor.