La Nuvoletta

Dante to an unknown lady, beseeching her not to interrupt his cult of the dead Beatrice. From "Il Canzoniere," Ballata II.

Ah little cloud that in Love's shadow lief Upon mine eyes so suddenly alightest, Take some faint pity on the heart thou smitest That hopes in thee, desires, dies, in brief.

Ah little cloud of more than human fashion Thou settest a flame within my mind's mid space With thy deathly speech that grieveth;

Then as a fiery spirit in thy ways Createst hope, in part a rightful passion, Yet where thy sweet smile giveth His grace, look not! For in Her my faith liveth.

Think on my high desire whose flame's so great That nigh a thousand who were come too late, Have felt the torment of another's grief.