Here you will find the Poem Sonnet: I Muse Over of poet Dante Alighieri
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse over The quality of anguish that is mine Through Love: then pity makes my voice to pine Saying, 'Is any else thus, anywhere?' Love smileth me, whose strength is ill to bear; So that of all my life is left no sigh Except one thought; and that, because 'tis thine, Leaves not the body but abideth there. And then if I, whom other aid forsook, Would aid myself, and innocent of art Would fain have sight of thee as a last hope, No sooner do I lift mine eyes to look Than the blood seems as shaken from my heart, And all my pulses beat at once and stop.
