Epipsychidion

VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY, EMILIA V--, NOW IMPRISONED IN THE CONVENT OF --. L'anima amante si slancia fuori del creato, e si crea nell' infinito un Mondo tutto per essa, diverso assai da questo oscuro e pauroso baratro. HER OWN WORDS. INTRODUCTION My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning, Of such hard matter dost thou entertain; Whence, if by misadventure, chance should bring Thee to base company (as chance may do), Quite unaware of what thou dost contain, I prithee, comfort thy sweet self again, My last delight!…