The MORNING

A Enrico W. LongfellowUTOR
(Translation of Giannina Milli)

Raised a wind from the sea, and hissing it spoke: 
- Give the step to me, agitated waves 

- and the ships greeted screaming: 
- the night Passed; or sailors, rowings! 

- Far lands saw, and with high voice it exclaimed: 
- You raise yourselves, the sky becomes blue! 

- He said to the forests: 
- You are happy, and to the solo every green explained standard yours! 
Light light he touched collection of the bird on the green plant, 
and said: - Scompare the full shadow yes; on, leggiero bird, waked up and sings! 

- In the campaigns it said: Your concert, or always wide awake rooster, you melt:
it is the near day. - and it whispered on the grain fields: 
- Greeted, inchinandovi, the mattino! 
- It turned to the tower then I scream: 
 Wide awake you, bell, and it announces the dì with the sacred blast. 

To the cemetary, at last, with voice little, sighed:
- Not still... you sleep calm! -