Petrarch - Ballata IV lyrics

HE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER, THOUGH DENIED THE SIGHT OF HER Though cruelty denies my view Those charms which led me first to love; To pa**ion yet will I be true, Nor shall my will rebellious prove. Amid the curls of golden hair That wave those beauteous temples round, Cupid spread craftily the snare With which my captive heart he bound: And from those eyes he caught the ray Which thaw'd the ice that fenced my breast, Chasing all other thoughts away, With brightness suddenly imprest. But now that hair of sunny gleam, Ah me! is ravish'd from my sight; Those beauteous eyes withdraw their beam, And change to sadness past delight. A glorious d**h by all is prized; Tis d**h alone shall break my chain: Oh! be Love's timid wail despised. Lovers should nobly suffer pain. Nott. Though barr'd from all which led me first to love By coldness or caprice, Not yet from its firm bent can pa**ion cease! The snare was set amid those threads of gold, To which Love bound me fast; And from those bright eyes melted the long cold Within my heart that pa**'d; So sweet the spell their sudden splendour cast, Its single memory still Deprives my soul of every other will. But now, alas! from me of that fine hair Is ravish'd the dear sight; The lost light of those twin stars, chaste as fair, Saddens me in her flight; But, since a glorious d**h wins honour bright, By d**h, and not through grief, Love from such chain shall give at last relief. Macgregor.