A simple soul I ran trustingly, with

A simple soul I ran trustingly, with
my faith complete and undisturbed, my will
resolved and ready to drink life-giving
water from the sacred vessel which held

the ceaseless stream. God has said this will cleanse
me, remove the dark veil between us, and
show me the way to that hill He rose from;
I will see and grasp how these thimblefuls

soften every hard heart. But he says this is
the world's open cistern, my thirst something
specious, to drink, to cut myself off from

His vast ocean. Thus as the seasons change,
I wait and wander alone, praying: may
the real pity in these waters guide us.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CLX:320. See also B S1:173:171; no MSs; Valgrisi 174. Key

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