TESTO DEL LIED

"Francisca"
di George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Francisca walks in the shadow of night,
But it is not to gaze on the heavenly ligh t
But if she sits in her garden bower,
Tis not for the sake of its blowing flower.
She listens but not for the nightingale
Though her ear expects as soft a tale.
There winds a step through the foliage thick,
And her cheek grows pale and her heart beats quick.
There whispers a voice thro the rustling leaves,
A moment more and they shall meet
Tis past her Lovers at her feet.