On this day His bride's ecstasy turned to
tears; her life's beginning, end; His we gain
eternal life through, was made clear--and she
felt a sweet gaiety and bitter grief.
On this day the virgin hears, is afraid;
in His messenger God Himself tells her
she's His mother; on this day His painful
death on the cross grips and makes her distraught.
One day erased the long travail of years;
but to the sad overburdened soul
this miracle brings grief-striken thoughts too;
Still, as one looks around at this varied
earth, there is a pleasure in the thought, how
right it is to remain intent on Him.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXXVI:336. See also B S2:24:189; no MSs; in 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. A fourteenth in a series on the Virgin Mary. An Annunciation sonnet. Key