XL.

SECOND READING.

_LOVE'S LOADSTONE._

_Non so se s' é l' immaginata luce._

I know not if it be the fancied light Which every man or more or less doth feel; Or if the mind and memory reveal Some other beauty for the heart's delight;

Or if within the soul the vision bright Of her celestial home once more doth steal, Drawing our better thoughts with pure appeal To the true Good above all mortal sight:

This light I long for and unguided seek; This fire that burns my heart, I cannot find; Nor know the way, though some one seems to lead.

This, since I saw thee, lady, makes me weak: A bitter-sweet sways here and there my mind; And sure I am thine eyes this mischief breed.