| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | “Ah, pilgrims! ye that, haply musing, go” | | By Dante Alighieri (1265–1321) |
| | Translated by Henry Francis Cary
From the “Vita Nuova”
AH, pilgrims! ye that, haply musing, go, | |
| On aught save that which on your road ye meet, | |
| From land so distant, tell me, I intreat, | |
| Come ye, as by your mien and looks ye show? | |
| Why mourn ye not, as through these gates of woe | 5 |
| Ye wend along our city’s midmost street, | |
| Even like those who nothing seem to weet | |
| What chance hath fall’n, why she is grieving so? | |
| If ye to listen but a while would stay, | |
| Well knows this heart, which inly sigheth sore, | 10 |
| That ye would then pass weeping on your way. | |
| Oh, hear: her Beatrice is no more; | |
| And words there are a man of her might say, | |
| Would make a stranger’s eye that loss deplore. | | | | |
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