Francesco Petrarca (1304–1374)

Translated by Charles Bagot Cayley

TWO roses, gathered with their dews in heaven

(’Twas almost yesterday, the first of May),

Between two lovers, oh rare gift! were given,

By one who long and wisely walked Love’s way.

With pleasant words and with a smile that even

Might teach a wild man gracious love—a ray

So soft and brilliant, that new colours driven

Over the cheeks of both I saw straightway—

The sun amongst all lovers, thus he said,

Smiling and sighing, views not such a pair;

And then he clasped them both, and turned him thence.

Thus did they both his words and roses share;

This filled my harassed heart with joy and dread:

Oh dainty day, oh happiest eloquence!