‘I am coming—Stalì—but you know not for whom,
Stalì—not for whom!’
Now the tones become clearer,—you hear more and more
How the waters divided return on the oar,—
Does the prow of the gondola strike on the stair?
Do the voices and instruments pause and prepare?
Oh! they faint on the ear as the lamp on the view,
‘I am passing—Premì—but I stay not for you!
Premì—not for you!’
Then return to your couch, you who stifle a tear,—