My heart seems so strengthened, armed, shielded round,
no vulnerable opening left, when
I shut my book on the bright names and truths
made beautiful in the poet's vision.
that, compelled, exalted, I look back down
at this book elect spirits inhabit,
and the best in me responds to these names
and feels how bright a day is captured here
forever. And so often I pray God
each name and word convey new gentleness
into your being's core, so I'll learn from
you how such hearts beat out, penetrated
by these gathered sweet harmonies until
that's all they're used to and all they can hear.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CX:270. See also B E32:219; no MSs; 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. Key