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Rime Sparse 190
Saturday, 25 July 2009 14:34A bright white doe with two golden horns
appeared before me in a grassy glade
between two rivers, in a laurel's shade,
as the sun rose on an unripe morn.
Her appearance was so sweet and forthright
I left off every task to follow her,
as misers in pursuit of the gold they prefer
sweeten their exertions with delight.
"Touch me not," a beautiful collar stated,
the letters made of diamonds and topaz upon
her neck: "It's Caesar's pleasure that I be free."
The sun fell past midday rapidly;
my watching eyes were tired, but not sated,
when I tripped into water, and she was gone.
---L.
appeared before me in a grassy glade
between two rivers, in a laurel's shade,
as the sun rose on an unripe morn.
Her appearance was so sweet and forthright
I left off every task to follow her,
as misers in pursuit of the gold they prefer
sweeten their exertions with delight.
"Touch me not," a beautiful collar stated,
the letters made of diamonds and topaz upon
her neck: "It's Caesar's pleasure that I be free."
The sun fell past midday rapidly;
my watching eyes were tired, but not sated,
when I tripped into water, and she was gone.
—9-11 June 2008
One last one from Petrarch, via Durling prose pony. As I noted at the time, this conclusively proves that I am not Sir Thomas Wyatt, as when he translates this sonnet, we get "Whoso list to hunt, I know where is a hind."---L.