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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
On the Death of Garcilaso
By Juan Boscán (d. 1542)
 
Translation of Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen

TELL me, dear Garcilaso,—thou
  Who ever aim’dst at Good,
And in the spirit of thy vow,
  So swift her course pursued
That thy few steps sufficed to place        5
The angel in thy loved embrace,
  Won instant, soon as wooed,—
Why took’st thou not, when winged to flee
From this dark world, Boscan with thee?
 
Why, when ascending to the star        10
  Where now thou sitt’st enshrined,
Left’st thou thy weeping friend afar,
  Alas! so far behind?
Oh, I do think, had it remained
With thee to alter aught ordained        15
  By the Eternal Mind,
Thou wouldst not on this desert spot
Have left thy other self forgot!
 
For if through life thy love was such
  As still to take a pride        20
In having me so oft and much
  Close to thy envied side,—
I cannot doubt, I must believe,
Thou wouldst at least have taken leave
  Of me; or, if denied,        25
Have come back afterwards, unblest
Till I too shared thy heavenly rest.
 
 
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