Giosuè Carducci: Madrigal

Madrigal

Breaking his way through the white clouds in the azure,
The sun laughs out and cries:
“O Springtime, come!”

Across the greening hills with placid murmurs
The streams sing back to the breeze:
“O Springtime, come!”

“O Springtime, come!” to his heart the poet is saying,
While gazing, O pure Lalage, in thine eyes!

Giosuè Carducci
(1835 – 1907)
Madrigal

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