Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volume 1, The Ninth Edition/Sonnet XIII
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SONNET XIII.
FROM PETRARCH.
OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:
Let me pursue the steps of Fame,
Or Poverty's more tranquil road;
Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame,
Or sixty winters chill my blood:
Tho' my fond soul to heaven were flown,
Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine,
Prisoner or free—obscure or known,
My heart, O Laura! still is thine.
Whate'er my destiny may be,
That faithful heart still burns for thee!