Pour on my arms to dull their sharp whiteness
Rose-liquor from the mountains of Cyprus!
XLIX
“Chiunque venne qui, portò con sè il suo mistero amoroso.”
Matilde Serao
This vision of my childhood comes to me:
A little river by my northern home,
A mountain river, noisy, white with foam,
Brave-hearted, full of laughter, song and glee,
Myself like to in those old days care-free,