Juan Boscan Poems

Sweet dream it was and also sweet affliction,
when I was dreaming that it was a dream;
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1.

Love turned me glad enough (that
for its praise I thus employ my lay)
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Tell me, dear Garcilaso,--thou
Who ever aim'dst at Good,
And in the spirit of thy vow,
So swift her course pursued
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Love in itself is naturally good,
And if therefrom we suffer such grave ills,
'tis that our passion runs to such extremes,
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I was so long abased and full of woes,
because base Love still held me in its thrall,
that people, sick and healthy, were dismayed
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This peace that makes a happy life,--
And that is mine through my sweet wife;
Beginning of my soul, and end,
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2.

Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrills
soothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).
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3.

A new love's granted me a boon forevermore
--that way: illuminating Mind
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Like one receiving pleasure from a dream,
his pleasure thus proceeding from delusion,
so does imagination with illusions
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