Odi quelrusignolo 

Che va di ramo in ramo 

Cantado; io amo; io amo. 

 Tasso's Aminta 


This mournful heart can dream of nought but thee, 

 As with slow steps among these shades I move, 

And hear the nightingale from tree to tree 

 Sighing "I love! I love!" 


This mournful heart wakes to one thought alone 

 That still our fatal parting will renew, 

To hear that bird when Spring's last eve is gone 

 Sighing "Adieu! Adieu!"