How am l to protect my wax built castles of love from the devouring heat of your fires,you are fire,your dress is fire,which of these two fires can i endure,i am a nightingale trapped in a foreign land,and you are my golden cage,poet leaves for the monastery.
Vaglie stelle dell’Orsa, io non credea Tornare ancor per uso a contemplarvi Sul paterno giardino scintillanti, E ragionar con voi dalle finestre Di questo albergo ove abitai fanciullo, E delle gioie mie vidi la fine… 群星是我的归宿