by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Now the earth, the skies, the air
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Now the earth, the skies, the air
And all things fair
  Seems new-born thoughts t'infuse;
Whilst the returning Spring
Joys each thing,
  And blasted hopes renews.

When only I alone,
Left to moan,
  Find no times born for me;
No flowers, no meadow springs,
No bird sings,
  But notes of misery.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-10-20
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Word count: 51