I know not, lady, by what nameless charm
Those looks, that voice, that smile, have each the power
Of kindling loftier thoughts, and feelings more
Resolved and high. Even in your silence, warm,
Soft accents seem my sorrows to disarm;
And when with tears your absence I deplore,
Where'er I turn, your influence, as before,
Pursues me, in your voice, your eye, your form.
Whence are those mild and mournful sounds I hear.
Through every land, and on the pathless sea.
Is it some spirit of air or fire, from thee,
Subject to laws I move by and revere;
Which, lighted by thy glance, can ne'er decay? —
But what I know not, why attempt to say?
Francisco de Sá de Miranda (c.1481 - c.1558) Portugal
Translator not stated
Source: The poets and poetry of Europe. With introductions and biograpical notices by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Those looks, that voice, that smile, have each the power
Of kindling loftier thoughts, and feelings more
Resolved and high. Even in your silence, warm,
Soft accents seem my sorrows to disarm;
And when with tears your absence I deplore,
Where'er I turn, your influence, as before,
Pursues me, in your voice, your eye, your form.
Whence are those mild and mournful sounds I hear.
Through every land, and on the pathless sea.
Is it some spirit of air or fire, from thee,
Subject to laws I move by and revere;
Which, lighted by thy glance, can ne'er decay? —
But what I know not, why attempt to say?
Francisco de Sá de Miranda (c.1481 - c.1558) Portugal
Translator not stated
Source: The poets and poetry of Europe. With introductions and biograpical notices by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
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