Along the road, see, on the hedge
laugh bunches of red berries;
in the ploughed fields move homewards to the stall
slowly the oxen.
Comes down the road a beggar-man who drags
his slow step through sharp-rustling leaves:
in the fields a maiden raises to the wind her song:
_Flower of the thornbush!_
Two specially charming collections occur under the heading
“_Primavera_” and “_Dolcezze_.” One little touch in the latter may
perhaps be given.