Comme à cette fleurette ta poitrine aimée
Pour y dormir toujours, à toute éternité!...
Blest Be the Day.
The XXXIXth Sonnet
of Petrarch
to his Lady Laura.
He blesseth all the divers causes and effects of his love toward her.
BLEST be the day, the season and the year
The hour and moment, and the countrie fair,
Ay, even that very spot and instant where