SONNET V

Son of that divine spirit;
that from his illustrious prison unleashed,
he will be eternal centuries laureate
on the sapphire of the crystalline sky,

Go out, go out into the world, and pilgrim
(which must be the well communicated)
On wings of Fame you will have walked
Being an emulation of the Sun, the same road.

If the Thracian lyre has a seat
in the high images, and it still burns
daring her light, to make two suns,

You lose your place, for being born late:
but if star, no, of the firmament
you are the light of the Spanish wits.