Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79.
To Vaucluse
By Francesco Petrarca (13041374)Petrarch’s Sonnets on Vaucluse. VII.
Translated by Anna Seward
Translated by Anna Seward
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Where morn and eve my soul’s fair idol strayed,
While all your winds that murmured through the glade
Stole her sweet breath; yet, yet, your paths retain
Prints of her step by fount, whose floods remain
In depth unfathomed, mid the rocks that shade,
With caverned arch, their sleep. Ye streams, that played
Around her limbs in summer’s ardent reign,
The soft resplendence of those azure eyes
Tinged ye with living light. The envied claim
These blest distinctions give, my lyre, my sighs,
My songs record, and from their poet’s flame
Bid thy wild vale, its rocks and streams arise,
Associates still of their bright mistress’ fame.