Page:Sonnets and Ballate of Guido Cavalcanti.djvu/133

 OW can I tell you tidings of mine eyes, News which such pleasure to my heart supplieth That Love himself for glory of it sigheth.

This new delight which my heart drinketh in Was drawn from nothing save a woman seen Who hath such charm and a so courtly mien And such fair fashion that the heart is fain To greet her beauty, which nor base nor mean Can know, because its hue and qualities demand Intelligence in him who would understand.

I see Love grow resplendent in her eyes With such great power and such noble thought As hold therein all gracious ecstasies, From them there moves a soul so subtly wrought That all compared thereto are set at naught And judgment of her speaks no truth save this: “A splendour strange and unforeseen she is.”


 * (Envoi)

Go, Ballatetta, forth and find my Lady, Ask if she have this much of mercy ready, This namely, that she turn her eyes toward thee?