S' i' avessi creduto. <br /> <br />Had I but earlier known that from the eyes <br />Of that bright soul that fires me like the sun, <br />I might have drawn new strength my race to run, <br />Burning as burns the phoenix ere it dies; <br />Even as the stag or lynx or leopard flies <br />To seek his pleasure and his pain to shun, <br />Each word, each smile of her would I have won, <br />Flying where now sad age all flight denies. <br />Yet why complain? For even now I find <br />In that glad angel's face, so full of rest, <br />Health and content, heart's ease and peace of mind <br />Perchance I might have been less simply blest, <br />Finding her sooner: if 'tis age alone <br />That lets me soar with her to seek God's throne.<br /><br />Michelangelo Buonarroti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-in-love-s-own-time/
