Homeward  I  turn 'd  me  though  at  noon  of  day.  MAceitEoo&V

BALLATA  III.
©urf/oco,  ch'  id  peaaai  clte/oise  Jpmlo.
That  fire  for  ever  which  I  thought  at  rest.
Quench 'd  in  the  chill  blood  of  my  ripen'd  years,
Awakes  new  flames  and  torment  in  my  breast.
Its  sparks  were  never  all,  from  what  1  see,
Extinct,  but  merely  slumbering,  smoulder'd  o'er ;
Haply  this  second  error  worse  may  be.
For,  by  the  tears,  which  I,  in  torrents,  pour,
Grief,  through  these  eyes,  distill'd  from  ray  heart's  core.
Which  holds  within  itself  the  spark  and  bait,
Komains  not  as  it  was,  but  grows  more  great.
What  fire,  save  mine,  had  not  been  quench'd  and  kill'd
Beneath  the  flood  these  sad  eyes  ceaseless  shed?
Struggling  'mid  opposites — bo  Love  has  will'd —
Nft  y  here,  now  tliere,  my  vain  life  must  be  l;'d.
For  in  so  many  ways  his  snares  are  spread.
When  most  I  hope  him  from  my  heart  expell'd
Then  most  of  her  fair  face  its  slave  I'm  held.  MAOGREGoaJ


SONNET  XLIII.
£e  col  deco  deiir  che  'I  cor  J!s(ru^e.
t Either  that  blind  desire,  which  life  destroys,
luutiiig  the  hours,  deceives  my  misery.
[BS  PETriAiicy.
Or,  even  while  yet  I  speak,  the  moment  fliea.
Promised  at  once  to  pity  and  to  inc.
Aitts  I  what  banefi]!  shmie  o'erhnng.i  and  dries
The  seed  so  near  its  full  maturity  ?
"I'wixt  me  and  hope  what  brazen  walls  arise?
From  murderous  wolvea  not  even  my  fold  is  free.
Ah,  woe  is  me !     Too  clearly  now  I  find
That  felon  Love,  to  aggravate  my  pain,
Mine  easy  heart  hath  thus  to  hope  inclined  ;
And  now  the  maxim  sage  I  call  to  mind,
That  movtal  bliss  mnst  doubtful  still  remain
Till  death  from  earthly  bonds  the  soul  unbind.
