I made my beloved an Apollo

I made my beloved an Apollo,
a sacred being who was the last of
earth's great kings; oh my dear, decked in splendor,
self-borne on wings you flew to Paradise.

Early on to give your friends noble strength
you armed them with faith and love; when you left
your soul on fire, there came a sense of
your presence luminous with love for God.

The sceptre of an emperor was yours;
you made life go well, honored God, you were
the valued heir of your great family.

Only through faith, I, though exiled from you,
rejoice in your eternal life, hope through
you to know peace in that elysium.
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CLXXXV:345. See also B A2:22:66; 1552/59-60, 1760 Rota (as a religious poem). Key

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