This solitary hill has always been dear to me <br />And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of <br />The endless horizon. <br />But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts <br />Endless spaces beyond the hedge, <br />An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet, <br />To the point that my heart is almost overwhelmed. <br />And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees <br />I compare its voice to the infinite silence. <br />And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past, <br />And the present time, and its sound. <br />Amidst this immensity my thought drowns: <br />And to flounder in this sea is sweet to me.<br /><br />Count Giacomo Leopardi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-infinito-english-translation/
