Il Dolce Suono... Ardon Gli Incensi... Spargi D'Amaro Pianto
To An Unknown Homeland
So sing a silver thread from memory
Of my soul's ache, when pining for a home;
An echo of sweet moon's melancholy,
O, blissful crescent, seize me as your own!
Through misty mountains follow I your path,
Through darkened groves I seek this argent fire,
In books illumined I avoid your wrath;
Your purity, it covets my desire.
A city phosphorescent leads me on,
I seek, and seeing, seek it once again,
Amid a thousand faces, only one:
The blessed numen of my fellow man,
Emblazoned atlas of all thought and art--
It holds a map to brightness in my heart.