The Poetry Corner

Sonnet V.

By Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)

Quand' io movo i sospiri a chiamar voi. HE PLAYS UPON THE NAME LAURETA OR LAURA. In sighs when I outbreathe your cherish'd name, That name which love has writ upon my heart, LAUd instantly upon my doting tongue, At the first thought of its sweet sound, is heard; Your REgal state, which I encounter next, Doubles my valour in that high emprize: But TAcit ends the word; your praise to tell Is fitting load for better backs than mine. Thus all who call you, by the name itself, Are taught at once to LAUd and to REvere, O worthy of all reverence and esteem! Save that perchance Apollo may disdain That mortal tongue of his immortal boughs Should ever so presume as e'en to speak. ANON.