“Till Phoebus' rising from his evening fall
To her, for her, he mourns, he calls, he cries.”

—  Torquato Tasso

Lei nel partir, lei nel tornar del Sole
Chiama con voce stanca, e prega, e plora.
Canto XII, stanza 90 (tr. Fairfax)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)

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Lei nel partir, lei nel tornar del Sole Chiama con voce stanca, e prega, e plora.

Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)

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