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[III. There came upon my mind remembrances]
‘Era venuta nella mente mia.’
There came upon my mind remembrances
Of my lost lady, who for her reward
Is now set safe, by Heaven's Most Highest Lord,
In kingdoms of the meek, where Mary is.
And Love, whose own are her dear memories,
Called to the sighs in my heart's wreckage stored:
‘Go!’ whereby outwardly, with one accord,
Not having ever other vent than this,
Plaining athwart my breast they flocked to air,
With speech that, oft recalled, draws unaware
The darkened tears into my mournful eyes;
And those that came in greatest anguish thence
Sang: ‘O most glorious Intelligence!
Thou art one year this day in Paradise.’
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