RISPETTO
Reading edition
I What good is there, ah me, what good in Love? Since, even if you love me, we must part; And since for either, an’ you cared enough, There’s but division and a broken heart? And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear! I would lie down and stretch me on the bier. And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own! With mine own hands drag down the burial stone. A. Mary F. Robinson