I dreamed that in a garden I reposed, <br />Beside a fount fed by a mountain stream <br />Precipitous; where the waves' murmuring flow <br />And music of sweet birds my heart entranced <br />'Twixt joy and grief. Then to the air, methought, <br />And to the woods, I uttered my complaint; <br />Reproached my cold heart with its long disdain, <br />And called on Heaven to sway my lover's heart <br />To reconcilement, and to soothe mine own <br />To kindness,— when amid the laurel bowers,— <br />O, blissful chance!—sudden my love appeared <br />And fell before my feet.' Forgive,' he cried, <br />'The transport of mine anger, in the hour <br />Thou bad'st me wait upon the midnight air; <br />And, for the future, cheerfully I'll brave <br />The scorching sunbeams or the evening dews, <br />Or linger the lone night beneath these walls;— <br />Thy day be mine, or clouded or serene. <br />Ah ! then, relent, and let my heart have rest!' <br />At these sweet words, how shall I tell my joy? <br />I called him to my side. He rose, approached, <br />And trembling seized the hand I proffered him, <br />A pledge of reconciled love; and, ah! <br />So fervent kissed it, that my very heart <br />Leaped in my bosom; then full many a sigh <br />He breathed, with sweet regards and fond caress.<br /><br />Carlo Goldoni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cecilia-s-dream-2/
