Swiftly walk o’er the western wave
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where, all the long and lone dayli
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear

‘Buona notte, buona notte!’—Come
La notte sara buona senza te?
Non dirmi buona notte,—che tu sai,
La notte sa star buona da per se.
Solinga, scura, cupa, senza speme,

The world is now our dwelling-plac
Where’er the earth one fading trac
Of what was great and free does ke
That is our home!...
Mild thoughts of man’s ungentle ra

Fierce roars the midnight storm
O’er the wild mountain,
Dark clouds the night deform,
Swift rolls the fountain—
See! o’er yon rocky height,

Silver key of the fountain of tear
Where the spirit drinks till the b
Softest grave of a thousand fears,
Where their mother, Care, like a
Is laid asleep in flowers.

Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, a
Led by some strong enchantment, mi
A magic ship, whose charmed sails
With winds at will where’er our th
So that no change, nor any evil ch

Those whom nor power, nor lying fa
Nor custom, queen of many slaves,
Have ever grieved that man should
Of his own weakness, and with earn
Fed hopes of its redemption; these

From the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river—girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening my sweet pipings.

The serpent is shut out from Para
The wounded deer must seek the her
In which its heart-cure lies:
The widowed dove must cease to hau
Like that from which its mate with

Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos at
When winds that move not its calm
The azure sea, I love the land no
The smiles of the serene and tranq
Tempt my unquiet mind.—But when t