Maybe I was dreaming when I saw her. but via
That, in the rays of the illuminated moonlight,
Among the trembling stars rose
An endless, glittering staircase.
And I looked at her from below, I looked at her... In each
Step, which the most limpid gold wore,
Silent and serene, an angel the golden harp,
Resounding with supplications, feria...
Thou holy mother! You too, beautiful
Illusions! my dreams! go for her
Like a bunch of vaporous shadows.
It's my love! I was looking for you when
I saw you rise on high, calm and beautiful,
The heavenly gaze to mine downloading...
