THE CENCI'S DREAM,
(IN THE NIGHT PREVIOUS TO HER EXECUTION.)
Cover me, mother of God, with silence and pity!
Let the noise of the pleaders cease, the jar of their wranglings—
And all the confusion of crowds, the gazing and wonder!
And again, as of old, when the sunshine awoke and laughed through me,
We twain, little brother of mine, little Rocco and I,
Will go each with an arm round the other, out into the fields.
Let the noise of the pleaders cease, the jar of their wranglings—
And all the confusion of crowds, the gazing and wonder!
And again, as of old, when the sunshine awoke and laughed through me,
We twain, little brother of mine, little Rocco and I,
Will go each with an arm round the other, out into the fields.
