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