Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think
I should again be turning, as I used,
To see you over father's garden shine,
...
Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
Of his hard fate, but now quite reconciled,
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I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long
And greatly have I erred. I fancied life
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O Sylvia, dost thou remember still
That period of thy mortal life,
When beauty so bewildering
Shone in thy laughing, glancing eyes,
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I round the threshold wandering here,
Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke,
That they may keep my lady prisoner.
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O lovely moon, how well do I recall
The time,--'tis just a year--when up this hill
I came, in my distress, to gaze at thee:
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The damsel from the field returns,
The sun is sinking in the west;
Her bundle on her head she sets,
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My country, I the walls, the arches see,
The columns, statues, and the towers
Deserted, of our ancestors;
But, ah, the glory I do not behold,
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Now that the sun the faded charms
Of heaven again restores,
And gentle zephyr the sick air revives,
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