PART II
Love
"Amor si dolce mi sa fa sentire
Che, s'io allora non perdessi ardire,
Farei, parlando, innamorar la gente."
Dante.
PRELUDE
How could I love you more?
I would give up
Even that beauty I have loved too well
That I might love you better.
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give—
I can but give you of my flesh and strength,
I can but give you these few passing days
And passionate words that since our speech began
All lovers whisper in all ladies' ears.
I try to think of one lovely gift
No lover yet in all the world has found;
I think: If the cold somber gods
Where hot with love as I am
Could they not endow you with a star
And fix bright youth for ever in your limbs?
Could they not give you all things that I lack?
You should have loved a god; I am but dust.
Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.