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This image, sir, that your awakened heart has often glimpsed in a sort of dazzling light, that has stirred in you the deepest of feelings, and gratified your soul with peace, serves me too: I feel its vigor, stare for hours at its graphic light, beauty and splendor, tremble, feel hot, cry, desire to fix my eyes with complete absorption unendingly. If only I could catch this Sun held, as you see it, in some clear crystal that reflects your glad soul's trembling flakes of light received from God, shimmering with unique flames left yet more rich from an inward beauty first yielded up to Him. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXCII:352. See also B S1:143:156; no MSs; Valgrisi 144. Another to Pole; "companion sonnet" to "Perché la mentre vostra, oranta e cinta". Key |
