TO VITTORIA COLONNA
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti
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- HEN the
prime mover of many sighs
- Heaven took through death from out her earthly place,
- Nature, that never made so fair a face,
- Remained ashamed, and tears were in all eyes.
- O fate, unheeding my impassioned cries!
- O hopes fallacious! O thou spirit of grace,
- Where art thou now? Earth holds in its embrace
- Thy lovely limbs, thy holy thoughts the skies.
- Vainly did cruel death attempt to stay
- The rumor of thy virtuous renown,
- That Lethe's waters could not wash away!
- A thousand leaves, since he hath stricken thee down,
- Speak of thee, not to thee could Heaven convey,
- Except through death, a refuge and a crown.