Qual maraviglia ë".
If being near the fire I burned with it,
Now that its flame is quenched and doth not show,
What wonder if I waste within and glow,
Dwindling away to cinders bit by bit?
While still it burned, I saw so brightly lit
That splendour whence I drew my grievous woe,
That from its sight alone could pleasure flow,
And death and torment both seemed exquisite.
But now that heaven hath robbed me of the blaze
Of that great fire which burned and nourished me,
A coal that smoulders 'neath the ash am I.
Unless Love furnish wood fresh flames to raise,
I shall expire with not one spark to see,
So quickly into embers do I die!
After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. A Wasted Brand
Michelangelo Di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
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Poem topics: alone, away, death, heaven, fresh, pleasure, raise, great, flame, waste, spark, torment, fire, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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