Quando MI Vene Innanzi Il Tempo E 'L Loco

RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY LOVE.

The time and scene where I a slave became / When I remember, and the knot so dear / Which Love's own hand so firmly fasten'd here, / Which made my bitter sweet, my grief a game; / My heart, with fuel stored, is, as a flame / Of those soft sighs familiar to mine ear, / So lit within, its very sufferings cheer; / On these I live, and other aid disclaim.

That sun, alone which beameth for my sight, / With his strong rays my ruin'd bosom burns / Now in the eve of life as in its prime, / And from afar so gives me warmth and light, / Fresh and entire, at every hour, returns / On memory the knot, the scene, the time.

MACGREGOR.