I'd see my sweet Sun whose flame I still feel

I'd see my sweet Sun whose flame I still feel,
my beloved make his virtue his shield
against chance; he'd nobly draw back into
a hard-won tower in times of evil.

All he wanted was respect, so, hidden
from the treacheries of malice, he'd arm;
when we are in peril good advice, friends
are scarce, but Lethe-like he'd have no fear

Death and the cruel stars saw him possessed by
the battle's rage to defeat rebels, wild
infidels, and took him away from me.

It would have gone hard with him, but this goal
was good: he had such high ideals, always
prized the splendor and beauty on the heights.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V X:152. See also Bullock A2:35:73; MSs CASI, RA, Ve. Guerrini: "Morte le tolse veder lo sposo combattere gl'Infedeli". Key

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