To Thy Companion

O' Thou, friend of the most gracious being,
Within the blessed Beatrice's retinue,
Matilda, who art 'mongst the nobles ring,
Her whispered praise revealeth in thy view.

On yonder sphere of flame, wish taketh flight,
For thou alone dost see her heavens' crown,
My words' poor gleam shine 'neath her glowing light,
In thine ether for her, my heart would drown.

By such a gift as I on thee bestow,
One favor I of thee do humbly plead,
Doth concern thine ally whom my dreams show,
Wherefore mine eyes with heavy sorrow bleed.

Veiled her visage since I beheld her sad,
Pray, tell me then, should I in blame be clad?

6/26/2025