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35
SONNET
BY RAPHAEL D'URBINO.
[_]
This is the only specimen of the poetry of Raphael with which I am acquainted. I am ignorant of any other English translation, in verse, though probably such may exist.
Of that our meeting; but the more I feel
My loss, being separate: for I am as one
At sea, who seeth neither star nor shore.
Now tongue, unlock thy speech, that thou mayst tell
Of that unused deception, when deep grief
Love brought to me; yet not the less, for this
I thank him, and obey his power below.
'Twas eve—and westering o'er the hills, one sun
Had sunk, another in its place uprose.
Fit time for deeds, not words—but I the while
Stood conquered by the inward fire that now
Consumes me;—when a man persuasive speech
Most needs—then most it fails, and he is dumb.
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