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Softly, softly, Niccolo Amati! / What can put such fancies in your head? / There, go dream of your blue-skied Cremona, / While I ponder something you have said.
Something in that last low lovely cadence / Piercing the green dusk alone and far, / Named a new room in the house of knowledge, / Waiting unfrequented, door ajar.