LET us go back together to the hills.
Weary am I of palaces and courts,
Weary of words disloyal to my thoughts,--
Come, my beloved, let us to the hills.
Let us go back together to the land,
And wander hand in hand upon the heights;
Kings have we seen, and manifold delights,--
Oh, my beloved, let us to the land!
Lone and unshackled, let us to the road
Which holds enchantment round each hidden bend,
Our course uncompassed and our whim its end,
Our feet once more, beloved, to the road!
SONG: MY SPIRIT LIKE A SHEPHERD BOY
"Convalescente di squisiti mali"
MY spirit like a shepherd boy
Goes dancing down the lane.
When all the world is young with joy
Must I lie here in pain?
With shepherd's pipe my spirit fled
And cloven foot of Pan;
The mortal bondage he has shed
And shackling yoke of man.
And though he leave me cold and mute,
A traitor to his care,
I smile to hear his honeyed flute
Hang on the scented air.