Academic journal article The Hudson Review

No One Can

Academic journal article The Hudson Review

No One Can

Article excerpt

No one can give a lover any comfort,

Except the one to whom he gave his heart

Thus do I shed my tears, and dius lament,

For comfort never comes to me, it seems,

From diat sweet source wherein memories lie.

The fruit of loving well, to say it truly,

Is just distress.

Have mercy, lady! Give me hope someday

Of happiness.

I cannot often speak to her, nor gaze

Into those lovely eyes that light her face.

I grieve that we so seldom meet, because

My heart is with her, promised to her always.

Ah, beautiful and sweet, unconscious of me!

Please let me soon somehow foresee

My dearest wish.

Have mercy, lady! . . .

I don't know how to beg my love for mercy,

She'll think that my devotion's merely feigned;

Because so many protest to deceive

A true admirer's pledge is not respected.

This brings me disadvantages and death,

It takes away my joy and confidence

Replaced with griefs.

Have mercy, lady! . . .

Though there are those who blame me for my silence

Because I never say whose love I need,

No one alive will know what thoughts are mine

Except you, lady, in whom I confide

Aldiough with fear and trembling. …

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