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Oh, Brenta, Adriatic spaces,

At you I wish to cast my glance!

And hearing your majestic splashes

Will animate my soul at once!

For the Apollo’s lyre successors,

Due to the British poets lessons,

You are familiar, my own.

In golden Italy, I know,

At liberty I’ll play and revel,

With young Venetian spend time.

She’ll chat and hush, then, for a while.

In mystic gondola we’ll travel.

And thanks to that I shall acquire

The love’s and Petrarch’s tongue and lyre.