Poems (Osgood)/Mina Dolce
MINA DOLCE.
a song.
Beneath Italia's laughing skies,
When joy the summer hour beguiled;
I found one day a lovely prize,
A blossom bright and wild.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cara Mina! graceful Rose of Italie!
Dost thou bloom there in thy beauty still,—and is thy bloom for me?
When joy the summer hour beguiled;
I found one day a lovely prize,
A blossom bright and wild.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cara Mina! graceful Rose of Italie!
Dost thou bloom there in thy beauty still,—and is thy bloom for me?
I raised its tender cheek to mine,
I woke it from its pure repose;
I kiss'd away its dew divine!
Its tears!—my radiant Rose!
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cara Mina! blushing flower of Italie!
Art thou smiling in thy bower still,—and is thy smile for me?
I woke it from its pure repose;
I kiss'd away its dew divine!
Its tears!—my radiant Rose!
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cara Mina! blushing flower of Italie!
Art thou smiling in thy bower still,—and is thy smile for me?
I've gazed since then on loftier flowers,
In scenes more richly, grandly wild,
Ne'er found I bloom in Northern bowers
To match Italia's child.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cars Mina! virgin Rose of Italie!
May I wear thee on my heart, and wilt thou give thy tears to me?
In scenes more richly, grandly wild,
Ne'er found I bloom in Northern bowers
To match Italia's child.
Ah! Mina Dolce! Cars Mina! virgin Rose of Italie!
May I wear thee on my heart, and wilt thou give thy tears to me?