Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote 14 – Saavedra · Verses Across
Literature · Humor
Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote 14Sonnet
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Literature · Humor
Wit and Wisdom of Don Quixote 14
Sonnet
SaavedraEnglish
In the dead silence of the peaceful night,
When others' cares are hushed in soft repose,
The sad account of my neglected woes
To conscious Heaven and Chloris I recite.
And when the sun, with his returning light,
Forth from the east his radiant journey goes,
With accents such as sorrow only knows,
My griefs to tell is all my poor delight.
And when bright Phoebus from his starry throne
Sends rays direct upon the parched soil,
Still in the mournful tale I persevere;
Returning night renews my sorrow's toil;
And though from morn to night I weep and moan,
Nor Heaven nor Chloris my complainings hear.
Are we to take all that enamored poets sing for truth?
