By a destiny within my heart remains

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection First Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

By a destiny within my heart remains,
The eye, and the hand, and the loosened hair
That burned, gripped, bound me so strongly,
That burned, captured, wearied, through them I must die.

The fire, the capture, and the net at every hour,
Burning, pressing, knotting my affection,
In sacrificing me at the feet of my other half,
Make through death my life be better.

Eye, hand and hair, which flame and torment,
And entwine my heart that you hold
In the labyrinth of your veiled path.

Ah, why am I not Ovid well-speaking!
Eye you would be a beautiful shining Star,
Hand a beautiful lily, hair a beautiful silken net.

Pierre de Ronsard

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