From those bright eyes was aim'd the mortal blow,
'Gainst which nor time nor place avail'd me aught;
From thee alone--nor let it be thought--
The sun, the fire, the wind whence I am so.
'Gainst which nor time nor place avail'd me aught;
From thee alone--nor let it be thought--
The sun, the fire, the wind whence I am so.
Petrarch
