Should I all heaven, all earth explore,
I still should lovely Laura find;
Laura, whose I adore,
Is ever present to my mind:
She's seen in all that strikes these partial eyes,
And her dear name still dwells in all my tender sighs.
I still should lovely Laura find;
Laura, whose I adore,
Is ever present to my mind:
She's seen in all that strikes these partial eyes,
And her dear name still dwells in all my tender sighs.
Petrarch - Poems
