Where shadows of high-rocking pines dark wave
I stay my footsteps; and on some rude stone
With thought her beauteous face engrave:
Roused from the trance, my bosom bathed I find
With tears, and cry : Ah, whither thus alone
Hast thou far wander'd, and whom left behind ?
I stay my footsteps; and on some rude stone
With thought her beauteous face engrave:
Roused from the trance, my bosom bathed I find
With tears, and cry : Ah, whither thus alone
Hast thou far wander'd, and whom left behind ?
Barbarina lady Dacre - 1836 - Traduzioni dall'italiano
