In the Cemetery at Staglieno

Oh maiden who dost fondle

The lambkin's tender fleece,

In thy bright eyes love kindled

A flame that doth not cease.

Thou lovely thing, thou fair one,

Thou playful, sweet one, ah!

Thou pure, thou dear, thou rare one!

Amorosissima.

What broke life's chain so early,

What clouded o'er thy heart?

And didst thou love, none surely

Would e'er from thee depart.

Art mute, yet tears are laving

Thine eyes so gentle, ah!

Wert mute, didst die love craving,

Amorosissima?