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SONNET I		SONET I
Loving in secret, I did silence hold Deeming in this your clemency would dwell, For when my searching eyes on yours fell A world of shattered dreams they did behold. I can no more. My aching love must tell The mystery that does my heart enfold, I wish I could drown within the radiance cold Of that sweet soul that knows my own so well. But look, my lips are parched with despair, A thirsty fever does my eyes infest, Sweet maiden, you, with long and golden hair. But let your gentle breath my anguish wrest, Your smile, with drunken joy, my soul ensnare; Oh, end my pain at last... come to my breast. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		Loving in secret, I did silence hold Deeming in this your clemency would dwell, For when my searching eyes on yours fell A world of shattered dreams they did behold. I can no more. My aching love must tell The mystery that does my heart enfold, I wish I could drown within the radiance cold Of that sweet soul that knows my own so well. But look, my lips are parched with despair, A thirsty fever does my eyes infest, Sweet maiden, you, with long and golden hair. But let your gentle breath my anguish wrest, Your smile, with drunken joy, my soul ensnare; Oh, end my pain at last... come to my breast. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu
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