HÔTEL EDEN

SIRMIONE AM GARDASEE

DEUTSCHES HAUS DIREKT AM SEE

GARAGE

E. MENEGATTI

SUCCESSORE A. GRACCO

MEDESIMO PROPRIETARIO DELL'HOTEL GERMANIA

Plantagenestra

Canzon

XVI

Ere the winter's bleak disorder day
Strip the branches of their vesture
I will make as love hath bid me
A brief song where a long cause is
So aptly hath love wrought me with his training
That I can check the torrent in its courses
My ox outruns the hare where hill or coombe is

With a very cunning order
Love commands me to attest her
And no foreign court has hid me
Since he won me her applauses,
She is not like the violets purple staining
That fades ere winter sets in his white forces
Her love as the laurel or the broome is.

Love saith : elsewhere thou'rt no warder
Whate'er other hath confessed her
Thine, of her it seems thou'rt rid thee
And in thy rash way no pause is
Thy way 's rash and right of pauses

Shun any act that honour's name divorces
And, next to god extoll the thing her bloom is.

Faint heart, tho' she'll not award her
To thee where thou first hast impressed her
Follow tho' she hath fled and chid thee
For what runs against most laws is
That there should be long prayer and then no gaining
I'd keep the track past where the Ebro courses
To where the Lernian pool so dark dark with doom is.

If I 've passed o'er pools toward her
Have I grieved in word or gesture ?
No, and tho' famine undid me
The one herb to save the jaws is to mine and
To hold her fleet sweet mouth there, where she 's reigning
My heart would fly if winged whate'er way crosses
My way, O Heart, cling thou there where her room is.

Not twixt Nile and Sanchas' border
Doth nobler robe nor divest her,
And her grace so great amid ye
Makes ye think it hath false causes.
But I go well to feel her long arms straining
Knowing her lips I feel nor cold nor crosses
And move no more where pain or grief or gloom is.

Arnaut is hers from tip to toe remaining.
She lost, Lucerne could not repay his losses
Nor all the land where Alexander's tomb is.