TESTO DEL LIED

"The Torch"
di Pietro d'Alba [likely a joke name]

Come,
O my love!
Come, fly to me;
All my soul
Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy home,
I long for thee,
Faint for thee,
Worship thee only, - but
Come!
Dark is the wood,
The track's ever lonely and gray:
But joyous the blaze
That welcomes and shows thee the way.
Come,
O my love!
Come, fly to me;
All my soul
Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy rest,
I long for thee,
Sigh for thee,
Faint for thee;
Come to my breast.
Cold is the stream,
The ford is a danger to thee:
My heart is a flame,
As the beacon that lights thee to me.
Come,
O my love!
Come, fly to me;
All my soul
Cries out for thee:
Haste to thy home,
I long for thee,
Faint for thee,
Worship thee only; - but
Come!