Weeping, get me home again,
This the saddest, last procession
Of the five dear brothers slain.
VOCERO OF A HERDSMAN'S WIFE OF TALAVO, ON HER HUSBAND.
On the beach his corpse is lying
Where the two old cork-trees spread;
O Francesco! faithful herdsman!
Fearful 'tis to see thee dead!
How shall I, by thee forsaken,
Gloomy forest-pathways tread?