Ricordatevi Di Me!
(Terza Rima.)
IF ever thou shouldst cease to think of me
With love, and turn thy soul’s sweet warmth to ice—
(Stop not my mouth with kisses! Change may be,
As all do know who take for their device
A bleeding heart!)—If any change should seal
To me the gates of uttermost Paradise,
And I should darkling fare, with no repeal,