Sonnet
Dante Alighieri
Love reigns serenely in my lady's eyes,
ennobling everything she looks upon;
towards her, when she passes, all men turn,
and he whom she salutes feels his heart fail;
so that, with drooping countenance, and pale,
he then because of his shortcomings sighs:
before her, pride retreats and anger flies:
assist me, ladies, now to honor her.
All sweetness, all humility of thought
stir in the heart of him who hears her speak;
and he who sees her first is blest indeed.
And when she smiles her beauty is such as
cannot be told, nor in the memory held,
so fair, so new a miracle it is.
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