Oh! what is the gain of restless care, <br />And what is ambitious treasure? <br />And what are the joys that the modish share, <br />In their sickly haunts of pleasure? <br /> <br />My husband's repast with delight I spread, <br />What though 'tis but rustic fare, <br />May each guardian angel protect his shed, <br />May contentment and quiet be there. <br /> <br />And may I support my husband's years, <br />May I soothe his dying pain, <br />And then may I dry my fast falling tears, <br />And meet him in Heaven again. <br /> <br />JULY, 1810.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-translated-from-the-italian/
