"A GRAY AND GLOOMY MORNING
A gray and gloomy morning
covers my beloved fields;
sunk in the fog
lies the world around me
O dear Federica,
if only I could return to you!
In one of your glances
shine the sun and joy
the tree that on the bark
has my name next to yours
fades in the fury of the wind
that scatters every pleasure.
The green splendor of the meadows
darkens like my face:
they no longer see the sun,
and I do not see Federica,
soon I will go to the vineyard
to harvest the grapes.
There is life all around,
the new wine bubbles,
but in the lonely pergola,
ah, I think, if she were here
I would offer her this bunch
and she - what would she give me."
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