Translation of one of Petrarch's sonnets.
Soon as my Laura reach'd the realms above,
Angels elect and spirits ever bless'd,
The denizens of Heav'n, around her press'd
All fill'd with wonder melting into love.
"What light is this! what excellence unknown!"
They exclaim'd, "Why have whole ages circled round,
"And no such beauteous form been ever found
"From earth ascending to the Eternal Throne?"
She, well contented with her new estate,
Finds none outshine the charms that round her play:
And ever and anon she seems to wait
And turn, to see if still on earth I stay.
Hence, ev'ry thought to Heav'n I elevate,
Because I hear her bid me haste away.
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Poetry Manuscript Book of Clement C. Moore
Accession Number: 54.331.1 (7662)