If the Father of us all shortchanged me,

If the Father of us all shortchanged me,
now hides him from me, my sweet Sun who was
my life--and hides me from him--I do see
with a kind of stark clarity a Sun

to worship at, an eternal light whose
warmth teaches me the sweetness I ache for
is not good for me, but the more indulged
in, the more I get used to its presence,

the more it pains and troubles my mind. I
know this. Today there came a halo of
light, cheerful, warming, gone the dense cold mists

my heart gets so lost in--gazing, trembling
avid I wait: maybe this night's ending,
and a rebirth in me at last will come.
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
V CXXXI:291. From B S1:147:158. See also Valgrisi 148. Key

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