Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888.
Seek He Who WillLorenzo de Medici (14491492)
Translated by William Roscoe
Cerchi, chi vuol, le pompe
Cerchi, chi vuol, le pompe
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Place in proud halls and splendid courts, his joy;
For pleasure, or for gold, his arts employ,
Whilst all his hours unnumbered cares molest.
—A little field in native flowerets drest,
A rivulet in soft murmurs gliding by,
A bird whose love-sick note salutes the sky,
With sweeter magic lull my cares to rest.
And shadowy woods, and rocks, and towering hills,
And caves obscure, and nature’s free-born train,
And some lone nymph that timorous speeds along,
Each in my mind some gentle thought instils
Of those bright eyes that absence shrouds in vain;
—Ah, gentle thoughts! soon lost the city cares among.