Always dear to me was this lonely hill,

And this hedge, you are part of such

Last horizon prevents me.

Ma sedendo and rimirando, interminati

Spaces beyond the, e sovrumani

Silence, and deepest quiet

I thought I pretend, if just for

The heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind

I hear rustling through the trees, I'm the one

Infinite silence to this entry

Vo comparing: and I am reminded of the eternal,

And the dead seasons, and the present

E alive, and the sound of it. So in this

Immensity my thought is drowned:

It is sweet to shipwreck in this sea.