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O bella bionda, / Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild / The moon a web of silence weaves / In the still garden where a child / Gathers the simple salad leaves.
A moondew stars her hanging hair / And moonlight kisses her young brow / And, gathering, she sings an air: / Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!
Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear / To shield me from her childish croon / And mine a shielded heart for her / Who gathers simples of the moon.
Trieste, 1915.