I don't want the light, and withdraw to dwell

I don't want the light, and withdraw to dwell
far away from a heedless ruthless time
so I can regain strength to raise my face,
to think about you, blessed spirit, and

pray: let him I called my beloved son,
but who acted as, and became your son
expiate all wrong; shine your light, rouse him,
he was indeed truly honorable,

now a white lily among flowers in
green fields--oh, pour down sunlit vapour, life-
giving grace on this bit of fertile earth,

so on the world's long shore line I may sense
the sweet fragrance he hid within him in
this lovely fresh water and serene light.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CLXI:321. See also B S1:178:174; Valgrisi 179. On the death of Alfonso d'Avalos, 31 March, 1546, of a burning fever; she died on the afternoon of February 25, 1547. This was hard to bear while translating. Key

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