Still, still about thy path, where'er While thou, perchance, wilt never more— While I through distant climes shall roam, My constant strain of sorrow pour, And vainly call on thee, Love! From morn to morn one theme of woe, Ah, never, And on those scenes of vanish'd joys, Those pleasant scenes, I oft shall gaze, The days I pass'd with thee, Love! For me shall ev'ry spot I view My bleeding mem'ry's wounds renew; E tu, chi sa se mai Ti sovverrai di me! Ecco, dirò, quel fonte, Dove avvampò di sdegno, La bella man mi diè. Qui si vivea di speme, Là si languiva insieme; E tu, chi sa se mai Ti sovverrai di me! Quanti vedrai giungendo Al nuovo tuo soggiorno, A offrirti amore, e fe! O Dio! chi sa fra tanti O Dio! chi sa se mai 35 40 45 While thou, perchance, wilt never more Ah, never, think on me, Love! Beside this fount I saw thy brow The pledge of peace with thee, Love! Ah, never, think on me, Love! 35 40 And now around thy new abode, And vows of truth to thee, Love! And thou, while all their homage pay, And fondly weep, or softly pray, Wilt thou, perchance, one moment ever,— Oh, wilt thou, think on me, Love? 45 |