Blest lady in whose face shines with the light

Blest lady in whose face shines with the light
of eternal love. Holy darts, a rainbow
supernal, a torch of ashless fire
led you to cross the threshold to that bright

countryside. Sweet and gentle was the noose
that took you and the snare that set you free.
For you the mortal weight, the sin, that bore
down on your heart was a blessed burden,

happy thing, a wound whose scar cured your soul--
your tears cleansed your scabs, cleared your mind, left you
sound. Blessed ravaging flames that preclude

another fire. She lay down at His feet,
His strong hand drew her up--the true lover
who simply accepts her heart welcomes her

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
Notes:
From V III:389. See also B S2:25:189; MSs L, COR, RA, V1, Ve2. A third in a series to Mary Magdelene; VC identifies: she remembers how she was not welcomed by Pescara. Key

Amaro Lagrimar

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