Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET III. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING. POOR melancholy bird that all night long [Note:] SONNET III. Line 1. The idea from the 43rd Sonnet of Petrarch. Secondo parte. Quel resigniuol, che si soave piagne.          Tell'st to the Moon thy tale of tender woe;          From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow, And whence this mournful melody of song? Thy poet's musing fancy would translate          What mean the sounds that swell thy little breast,          When still at dewy eve thou leav'st thy nest, Thus to the listening night to sing thy fate? Pale sorrow's victims wert thou once among,          Tho' now releas'd in woodlands wild to rove?          Say hast thou felt from friends some cruel wrong, Or died'st thou martyr of disastrous love? Ah! songstress sad! that such my lot might be, To sigh and sing at liberty like thee!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION