Se Mercé fosse amica a’ miei disiri*
This fallen night the ancient girl
My hot agitated digits furled, and
These hands enjoined; they hailed her world.
Yet flagrant grief incensed me. Hence
I groped her gracious confidence–
Fessing high crimes that spurn defense.
Silent condemnation thundered.
What whispered treaties were, were sundered
Into stupefied and wilding wonder.
O! O, ave!
Now blasted [...]