always been dear to me was this hill
And this hedge that
De'll much of the last horizons prevents me. But
sit and gaze
Endless spaces beyond that, and superhuman
silences, and deepest quiet,
I thought in my pretend, if just for
heart is overwhelmed. And as I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I
that infinite silence to this entry
comparing Vo, and I am reminded of the eternal,
And the dead seasons, and this
alive with the sound of her e'l. So in this
immensity my thought is drowned:
e'l sweet to shipwreck in this sea.
(Giacomo Leopardi )
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