Ah! Too long I have waited;
And yet I have not found
at our favorite place my dear Carlo.

And who can tell
What he has suffered!
But not as much as I have!

As a symbol of his love
He left me these posies!
What a tender heart!

And for that heart
I do adore him
It is the greatest treasure he has!

We are both but poor,
Living only on thoughts of love
If he be an unknown painter,

He will shine with his genius!
And I will be his wife.
Oh, what contentment!



Oh, you are the radiance of my soul,

Delightful life and love;
On earth and in heaven,
We will be united.

Come, my dear
And find calm in my yearning heart
That sighs for your love,

Of which mine is for you alone.