Sonetto 1 - Matteo Maria Boiardo 1434-1494

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THE song of little birds from spray to spray, 

The fragrant breeze that wafts among the flowers, 

The lights that in transparent liquors play, 

Awaking laughter in these eyes of ours, 

Are here since nature and the heavens agree 

With him who willeth that the whole world fall 

Under love’s spell; hence sweetest melody 

And fragrance thrill earth, wind, and waters all. 

Wherever foot doth tread and eye doth rove 

A passionate spirit kindleth, fraught with love, 

Which giveth warmth before the summer days; 

At his caressing smile and soft, sweet gaze 

The flowers don brilliant hues, the grass grows green, 

The waves are quieted, the skies serene.