The highest noblest master whose wisdom
and courage held two natures in one man
is now my Apollo; I bathe my eyes
and my heart in His silvery blue spring--
true strong faith sees there another lyre,
other muses and other mountains: may
a sacred breeze thrill me with noble strange
conceits that give the heart a timeless grace.
How should I seek a laurel? why want to
fly with Icarus? to ride the wind? from
this we fall to a second hellish death.
I wish to live forever, to be crowned
in another chorus--with a light leap
I shall know how to flee the whole false world.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V III:163 & B S1:2:86, and Visconti III, 163. See also R: IV:402-3. A third to Molza, this one in reply to his "Alma cortese ... (see V, p. 413); see also ABernardy (La Vita e l'Opera di Vittoria Colonna, 1927, p. 15). Key