Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79. | | | | Vaucluse | | Vaucluse Has Become to Him a Scene of Pain | | Francesco Petrarca (1304–1374) |
| | Petrarch’s Sonnets on Vaucluse. IV.
Translated by M. E. Wrottesley
TO every sound, save sighs, this air is mute, | |
| When from rude rocks, I view the smiling land | |
| Where she was born, who held my life in hand | |
| From its first bud till blossoms turned to fruit: | |
| To heaven she ’s gone, and I ’m left destitute | 5 |
| To mourn her loss, and cast around in pain | |
| These wearied eyes, which, seeking her in vain | |
| Where’er they turn, o’erflow with grief acute; | |
| There ’s not a root or stone amongst these hills, | |
| Nor branch nor verdant leaf midst these soft glades, | 10 |
| Nor in the valley flowery herbage grows, | |
| Nor liquid drop the sparkling fount distils, | |
| Nor savage beast that shelters in these shades, | |
| But knows how sharp my grief, how deep my woes. | | | | |
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