Your soul is a landscape rare Where masks and bergamasks charming pass, Playing the lute and dancing, and almost Sad beneath their fancy dress. And while they sing on a minor note Of conquering love and a favorable life, They seem not to believe their happy lot, And their song mingles with the soft moonlight. With the calm moonlight, beautiful and sad, That brings dreams to the birds in the trees And sobs of ecstasy to the fountains, To the tall fountains, slender among the statuary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN VOICES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |