The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (9.1896)

Two Sonnets from Petrarch

By Richard Garnett, LL.D., C.B.

I—Laura Weeping

Where’er I shift my weary eyes, to know

If ancient charm by new may be dispelled,

They see but her whom whilom they beheld,

And urge rekindling fires to deeper glow.

Conjunction of sweet ruth and lovely woe

Enthrals the gentle heart 3 nor thus compelled
The eye alone, but ear is captive held,

Haunted by thrilling speech and sighings low.

And Love and Truth affirm with me that sight
So exquisite as mine was seen of none
By splendour of the day or starry light3
Nor plaint so musical e’er broke upon

The ear of man 3 or shower of drops so bright
From eyes so fair e’er sparkled to the sun.

Love