Petrarch - Sonnet XII lyrics

THE BEAUTY OF LAURA LEADS HIM TO THE CONTEMPLATION OF THE SUPREME GOOD. Throned on her angel brow, when Love displays His radiant form among all other fair, Far as eclipsed their choicest charms appear, I feel beyond its wont my pa**ion blaze. And still I bless the day, the hour, the place, When first so high mine eyes I dared to rear; And say, "Fond heart, thy gratitude declare, That then thou had'st the privilege to gaze. 'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love, Which points to heaven, and teaches to despise The earthly vanities that others prize: She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skies Bids thee straight onward in the right path move; Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to worlds above." Wrangham. When Love, whose proper throne is that sweet face, At times escorts her 'mid the sisters fair, As their each beauty is than hers less rare, So swells in me the fond desire apace. I bless the hour, the season and the place, So high and heavenward when my eyes could dare; And say: "My heart! in grateful memory bear This lofty honour and surpa**ing grace: From her descends the tender truthful thought, Which follow'd, bliss supreme shall thee repay, Who spurn'st the vanities that win the crowd: From her that gentle graceful love is caught, To heaven which leads thee by the right-hand way, And crowns e'en here with hopes both pure and proud." Macgregor.