Tutto è Sciolto

A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone

Piercing the west,

As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,

Rememberest.

The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,

The fragrant hair,

Falling as through the silence falleth

Dusk of the air.

Why then, remembering those

Sweet lures,

When the dear love she yielded with a

Was all but thine?