Dante, if thou within the sphere of Love, As I believe, remain'st contemplating Beautiful Beatrice, whom thou didst sing Erewhile, and so wast drawn to her above; -- Unless from false life true life thee remove So far that Love's forgotten, let me bring One prayer before thee: for an easy thing This were, to thee whom I do ask it of. I know that where all joy doth most abound In the Third Heaven, my own Fiammetta sees The grief which I have borne since she is dead. O pray her (if mine image be not drowned In Lethe) that her prayers may never cease Until I reach her and am comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THE SOLITUDE OF FONTENAY by GUILLAUME AMFRYE HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE STWONEN STEPS by WILLIAM BARNES TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN |