Sonnet LXXII Più Volte Amor m’ Avea Già Detto: Scrivi
He Writes What Love Bids Him
White—to my heart Love oftentimes had said—
Write what thou seest in letters large of gold,
That livid are my votaries to behold,
And in a moment made alive and dead.
Once in thy heart my sovran influence spread
A public precedent to lovers told;
Though other duties drew thee from my fold,
I soon reclaim’d thee as thy footsteps fled.
And if the bright eyes which I show’d thee first,
If the fair face where most I loved to stay,
Thy young heart’s icy hardness when I burst,
Restore to me the bow which all obey,
Then may thy cheek, which now so smooth appears,
Be channell’d with my daily drink of tears.
Macgregor.