Imagine the noblest of pictures, and
then you'll see the mind of God, moved by love
alone--such a kind of vision first formed
my mind, and it carried me from belief
to belief, and now I feel it reborn.
Burnt into my soul God's living image,
that strong sculpting of moral courage I'm
drawn to, whose portrayal in the flesh is
ever on my mind. The first nourishes
my soul, and the second separates me,
locks this window on all the world's pleasures.
But what is out there does not trouble me,
if this quiet delight lead my soul and
my eyes to the Light that never departs.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXXII:332. See also B S2:38:199-200. No MSs; in 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. Key