I speak; and, Angelina, thine the name!
Love in my heart for thee can never die.
What son of Adam may endure the flame
That burns within that dark, alluring eye?
For love of thee, enslavèd by thy glance,
I e’en would journey forth afar to France!
Who holds thee, Angelina, in his arms,
May dream secure, the fairest vision thou!
We thought no human limbs the lissom charm
Of fleet gazelles could e’er surpass, but now,