TO A.C.S.
Martha Dickinson Bianchi translation
Afar—I fain, so much would tell thee! List to thee o'er and o'er when near; Yet passioned glances thou dost silence— My words bind to my lips in fear. How, by mere homely speaking, can I E'en hope to captivate thine ears? I swear it would be food for laughter— If it were not more fit for tears!