Luigi Alamanni


Sonnet

Therefore, proud Italy, I, by God's grace,
After six years come back to gaze on thee,
This only, for barbarians fill the place
Where I once lay upon they breast, ah me!
With tearful eyes and drooping head I greet
The country of my birth, to her I yearn
With pain and fear and anger, stripped of sweet
Delight and every hope. Then I return
Again beyond the Alps, all wreathed with snow,

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