Petrarch's Sonnet 169 'interpretive dance'

This is a project for English class.
I learned so much more about literature through this.
Words:
Rapt in the one fond thought that makes me stray
from other men and walk this world alone,
sometimes i have escaped myself and flown
to seek the very one that I should flee;

So fair and fell I see her passing by
that the soul trembles to take flight again,
so many armed sighs are in her train,
this lovely foe to Love himself and me!

And yet, upon that high and clouded brow
I seem to see a ray of pity shine,
shedding some light across the grieving heart:

so I call back my soul, and when I vow
at last to tell her of my hidden pain,
I have so much to say I dare not start.