Capitolo 7
Listening to his/her monotony.
He/she anchors rather alone always not,--
Brother, allows me to happen
Correct back part You now the moon
More shines in my face.
It is two near months ago
As I satisfied him/it, as I think,
From the mercy of God, when my horse
Trembled on the edge of the river.
I was fallen, but his/her arm
Firmly grabbed the bridle-rein,
And, with a taking it decided,
Attracts again again me to the life.
I was thankful and tested
Appropriated words my graces to speak.
Arthur, when the heart feels more anymore him,
Words, I think, it is weak oftenest.
Then I stammered and I fear,
What I said me had the small grace
But I knew him it understood,
From the smile on his/her face.
There are faces--his was this way--
That is sealed when in rest;
Only when a smile floods out,
The whole soul in shines of beauty.
With that smile I grew contained,
And my heart oddly grew calm,
As with confiding footstep I walked,
My arm that he/she remains on his/her arm.
Brother, turns away Your face,
Then, dear, I can tell better him
Everybody that has followed; but it is sure
You is looking at the west.
Arthur, I have seen since then him,
Almost every day, up to that
If I lose him/it all of my life,
It would grow pale, and dark, and cold.
Brother, this my love imputes
Not to me for the young girl-shame;
He has looked for me for his/her wife,
He would crown me with his/her name.
Only yesterday he said
What my love its life would bless:
Would I grant him? Arthur, dear,
Was I wrong in to say of "Sì?"
COLORS OF ROSE IN THE GARDEN.
Thirty years have come and they have gone,
Melting away likes Southern Snows,
Since then, in the light of the night in a summer,
I went to the garden to look for my Rose.
Excavations! You feel him/it silver moon,,
Flooding my heart with Your pulpy shine?
Excavations! Both witness, ye distant stars,
Looking on me with eyes I divine!
Tell me, tells me wandering winds,,
Talk him/it to low voice, if you cannot speak--
It ever did him/it in everything of Your circle,,