Not I alone bewail thy hapless lot,
But others too: do thou bewail thine own,
And then the grief that all of us have got,
In this the direst year we e'er have known;
Yet Dante's soul, that erst to us was given,
Now ta'en from earth, doth glisten bright in heaven.
Manuello's Answer.
The floods of tears well from my deepest heart;
Can they e'er quench my grief's eternal flame?
I weep no more, my woe is still the same;