ALLA PASSERETTA BRUNA.

By Arthur Symons

IF I bid you, you will come,

If I bid you, you will go,

You are mine, and so I take you

To my heart, your home;

Well, ah, well I know

I shall not forsake you.

I shall always hold you fast,

I shall never set you free,

You are mine, and I possess you

Long as life shall last;

You will comfort me,

I shall bless you.

I shall keep you as we keep

Flowers for memory, hid away,

Under many a newer token

Buried deep,

Roses of a gaudier day,

Rings and trinkets, bright and broken.

Other women I shall love,

Fame and fortune I may win,

But when fame and love forsake me

And the light is night above,

You will let me in,

You will take me.