Qui Dove Mezzo Son, Sennuccio Mio. The Mere Sight Of Vaucluse Makes Him Forget All The Perils Of His Journey. Friend, On This Spot, I Life But Half Endure (Would I Were Wholly Here And You Content), Where From The Storm And Wind My Course I Bent, Which Suddenly Had Left The Skies Obscure. Fain Would I Tell--For Here I Feel Me Sure-- Why Lightnings Now No Fear To Me Present; And Why Unmitigated, Much Less Spent, E'En As Before My Fierce Desires Allure. Soon As I Reach'D These Realms Of Love, And Saw Where, Sweet And Pure, To Life My Laura Came, Who Calms The Air, At Rest The Thunder Lays; Love In My Soul, Where She Alone Gives Law, Quench'D The Cold Fear And Kindled The Fast Flame; What Were It Then On Her Bright Eyes To Gaze! Macgregor.