Canzon 3. When, from the tower whence I derive love’s heaven

Anonymous

WHEN, from the tower whence I derive love’s heaven,

Mine eyes (quick pursuivants!) the sight attached

Of Thee, all splendent! I, as out of sweaven,

Myself ’gan rouse, like one from sleep awaked.

Coveting eyes controlled my slowly gait,

And wood Desire to wing my feet for flight;

Yet unresolved, Fear did with eyes debate,

And said, “’Twas but tra[ns]lucence of the light!”

But when approached, where Thou thy stand didst take!

At gaze, I stood; like deer, when ’ghast, he spies

Some white in thick! Ah, then, the arrow strake

Through mine heart! sent from thy tiller eyes.

Dead in thine aim, Thou seized what ’longed to thee!

Mine heart, ZEPHERIA! then, became thy fee!