Like lightning blue the lances shook o’er me.
I was not worth your crown! How could I be!
But when within your eyes the look I read,
I thought: “For this death’s cheap—aye! cheap the price—
For one such other I would meet it twice!”
LX
“Che fai tu, luna, in ciel? dimmi, che fai, Silenzïo sa luna?”
Leopardi
How sad, how sad the moon is, Dear, to-night,
And strangely chill the wind, as if it came