30.07.2007, 10:15
Petrarch and Laura
Unmoved, he passed a million faces by,
When all at once he saw at church one day
A form whose beauty never passed away,
But like a guardian spirit ever nigh,
Gave life new dreams and aspirations high,
And fired his soul to many a tender lay,
That still lifts men above the common clay
With thoughts to near divinity to die.
But she who ever kept her own in sight,
Gave no response to his impassioned heart,
But like a star forever pure and bright,
In cold and silent splenfdor shone apart,
Divinely set beyond his reach, to light
A great ideal for his life and art.
Unmoved, he passed a million faces by,
When all at once he saw at church one day
A form whose beauty never passed away,
But like a guardian spirit ever nigh,
Gave life new dreams and aspirations high,
And fired his soul to many a tender lay,
That still lifts men above the common clay
With thoughts to near divinity to die.
But she who ever kept her own in sight,
Gave no response to his impassioned heart,
But like a star forever pure and bright,
In cold and silent splenfdor shone apart,
Divinely set beyond his reach, to light
A great ideal for his life and art.