Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE PREDICTS AFTER-LIFE TO HIS VERSES AND THAT PITY FROM POSTERITY WHICH LAURA REFUSES

Alas, I am all flame, yet she believes not!
All the world credits it, save only she
Who is all loveliness and the world to me;
She clearly sees I suffer, yet she grieves not:
O loveliest infidel, that still perceives not,
Canst fail my whole heart in mine eyes to see?
Were not my star of baleful augury,
I should find mercy, I whom Love reprieves not.
And still this flame which merits scarce a nod,
And these your praises poured through every song,
May in a thousand breasts unborn prolong
Your beauty and my breath: the Voice of God
Proclaims, though dust stop bright eye and brave tongue,
Both Love and Death shall go the starrier shod!