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PETRARCH

(PREFIXED TO A TRANSLATION OF HIS SONNETS)

Laurel in right of Laura thou didst claim,
Which wreath Apollo with his bay enwound;
Nature with flower and Wit with diamond crowned;
Thine were the wind, the dawn, the star, the flame.
First ever thou, no second comes or came.
Worship not fellowship with them is found
Whose lyres by rills of Castaly resound,
Enkindled and disheartened by thy fame.
What first? what last? such lauds unnumbered throng
Upon the thought intent to honour thee,
That silent panegyric fears to wrong.
Yet first, the clear and golden suavity
Wherethrough the soul inhabiting the song
Is seen, as sitting in her sanctuary.