Petrarch - Sonnet XLIX lyrics

HE ENTREATS LAURA NOT TO HATE THE HEART FROM WHICH SHE CAN NEVER BE ABSENT If, but by angry and disdainful sign, By the averted head and downcast sight, By readiness beyond thy s** for flight, Deaf to all pure and worthy prayers of mine, Thou canst, by these or other arts of thine, 'Scape from my breast—where Love on slip so slight Grafts every day new boughs—of such despite A fitting cause I then might well divine: For gentle plant in arid soil to be Seems little suited: so it better were, And this e'en nature dictates, thence to stir. But since thy destiny prohibits thee Elsewhere to dwell, be this at least thy care Not always to sojourn in hatred there. Macgregor.