<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550110" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Deep in thoughts of love, I came</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in thoughts of love, I came<br>On two young maids,<br>One sang: ‘It rains<br>On us, the joy of love.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their faces were so calm and sweet,<br>With modesty and courtesy,<br>I said to them: ‘You hold the key<br>Of all virtue and nobility.<br>Ah, young maids, do not scorn me<br>Because of the wound that I carry,<br>My heart has been dead inside me<br>Since I left Toulouse.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They turned their gaze towards me so<br>They might see how I was wounded<br>And how a spirit born of sorrow<br>From my wound’s deep centre issued.<br>When they saw me so destroyed,<br>One of them smiled and said: <br>‘See how this man is conquered<br>By the power of love.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other filled with mercy, pity,<br>Made for joy, in Love’s likeness,<br>Said: ‘Your heart’s wound I see<br>Came from eyes of such excess,<br>Such power, they left within, a brightness<br>I cannot endure:<br>Tell me if you recall<br>Those eyes in you.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this harsh and fearful question<br>That the young maid asked of me,<br>I said: ‘In Toulouse I remember <br>There appeared an elegant lady,<br>Whom Love called la Mandetta: she<br>Struck me so fiercely, suddenly<br>To death, with her eyes, inwardly,<br>Through and through.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She who had laughed at me before<br>Now replied most courteously:<br>‘She, who set herself with Love’s power <br>In your heart, gazed so fixedly<br>Into and through your eyes, that she<br>Made Love, himself, appear there.<br>If it’s deeply that you suffer<br>Turn to Love.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go to Toulouse, my little ballad,<br>Enter the Gilded Church there quietly,<br>Ask of some lovely lady, clearly,<br>To take you, out of courtesy,<br>To her of whom I told you fully:<br>And if you are received,<br>Say to her softly: ‘See, <br>For mercy I come to you.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guido+Cavalcanti">Guido Cavalcanti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550110" data-title="Deep in thoughts of love, I came de Guido Cavalcanti" data-description="Deep in thoughts of love, I came On two young maids, One sang: ‘It rains On us, the joy of love.’ Their faces were so calm and sweet, With modesty and courtesy, I said to them: ‘You hold the key Of all virtue and nobility. Ah, young maids, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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