Odi quelrusignolo Che va di ramo in ramo Cantado; io amo; io amo. Tasso's Aminta This mournful heart can dream of nought but thee, As with slow steps among these shades I move, And hear the nightingale from tree to tree Sighing "I love! I love!" This mournful heart wakes to one thought alone That still our fatal parting will renew, To hear that bird when Spring's last eve is gone Sighing "Adieu! Adieu!"