Count Giacomo Leopardi
Rencanati
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Imitation

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Wandering from the parent bough,
Little, trembling leaf,
Whither goest thou?
'From the beech, where I was born,
By the north wind was I torn.
Him I follow in his flight,
Over mountain, over vale,
From the forest to the plain,
Up the hill, and down again.
With him ever on the way:
More than that, I cannot say.
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Dr Antony Theodore 25 August 2020
Him I follow in his flight, Over mountain, over vale, From the forest to the plain, Up the hill, and down again. a great writing. tony
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Paresh Chakra 01 December 2018
Imitation is a very gorgeous poem
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