Two rays of light, two threads, beyond compare,
Of pearls 'twixt scarlet:—and if more be said—
The peerless graces which in her I find
A cloud have made me to the amorous wind.
ELICIO.
I burn nor am consumed, I live and die,
Far from myself am I and yet so near,
I sink to hell, I rise to Heaven on high,
One thing alone I hope, and yet I fear.
Gentle, yet fierce—for what I loathe I sigh,