English poem
An Italian Air
by Anonymous
Wanton zephyrs softly blowing Watching, catching, whispering, going; Bear in sighs, my soul away; Tell Ormondo what I feel, Tell him how his chains I wear, Tell him all my grief and care, Gently stealing, And revealing, More of love than I can say.
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