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What doest thou in heaven O moon	A
Say silent moon what doest thou	B
Thou risest in the evening thoughtfully	C
Thou wanderest o'er the plain	D
Then sinkest to thy rest again	E
And art thou never satisfied	F
With going o'er and o'er the selfsame ways	G
Art never wearied Dost thou still	H
Upon these valleys love to gaze	G
How much thy life is like	I
The shepherd's life forlorn	J
He rises in the early dawn	K
He moves his flock along the plain	D
The selfsame flocks and streams and herbs	L
He sees again	E
Then drops to rest the day's work o'er	M
And hopes for nothing more	N
Tell me O moon what signifies his life	O
To him thy life to thee Say whither tend	P
My weary short lived pilgrimage	Q
Thy course that knows no end	P
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And old man gray infirm	R
Half clad and barefoot he	C
Beneath his burden bending wearily	C
O'er mountain and o'er vale	S
Sharp rocks and briars and burning sand	T
In wind and storm alike in sultry heat	U
And in the winter's cold	V
His constant course doth hold	V
On on he panting goes	W
Nor pause nor rest he knows	W
Through rushing torrents over watery wastes	X
He falls gets up again	E
And ever more and more he hastes	X
Torn bleeding and arrives at last	Y
Where ends the path	Z
Where all his troubles end	P
A vast abyss and horrible	A2
Where plunging headlong he forgets them all	B2
Such scene of suffering and of strife	O
O moon is this our mortal life	O
In travail man is born	J
His birth too oft the cause of death	C2
And with his earliest breath	C2
He pain and torment feels e'en from the first	D2
His parents fondly strive	E2
To comfort him in his distress	X
And if he lives and grows	X
They struggle hard as best they may	F2
With pleasant words and deeds to cheer him up	G2
And seek with kindly care	H2
To strengthen him his cruel lot to bear	H2
This is the best that they can do	I2
For the poor child however fond and true	I2
But wherefore give him life	O
Why bring him up at all	B2
If this be all	B2
If life is nought but pain and care	H2
Why why should we the burden bear	H2
O spotless moon such is	X
Our mortal life indeed	J2
But thou immortal art	K2
Nor wilt perhaps unto my words give heed	J2
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Yet thou eternal lonely wanderer	M
Who thoughtful lookest on this earthly scene	L2
Must surely understand	T
What all our sighs and sufferings mean	L2
What means this death	C2
This color from our cheeks that fades	X
This passing from the earth and losing sight	M2
Of every dear familiar scene	L2
Well must thou comprehend	P
The reason of these things must see	X
The good the morning and the evening bring	N2
Thou knowest thou what love it is	X
That brings sweet smiles unto the face of spring	N2
The meaning of the Summer's glow	O2
And of the Winter's frost and snow	O2
And of the silent endless flight of Time	P2
A thousand things to thee their secrets yield	Q2
That from the simple shepherd are concealed	Q2
Oft as I gaze at thee	X
In silence resting o'er the desert plain	D
Which in the distance borders on the sky	R2
Or following me as I by slow degrees	X
My flocks before me drive	E2
And when I gaze upon the stars at night	M2
In thought I ask myself	S2
'Why all these torches bright	M2
What mean these depths of air	H2
This vast this silent sky	R2
This nightly solitude And what am I '	-
Thus to myself I talk and of this grand	T
Magnificent expanse	X
And its untold inhabitants	X
And all this mighty motion and this stir	M
Of things above and things below	O2
No rest that ever know	O2
But as they still revolve must still return	T2
Unto the place from which they came	U2
Of this alas I find nor end nor aim	U2
But thou immortal surely knowest all	B2
This I well know and feel	V2
From these eternal rounds	X
And from my being frail	S
Others perchance may pleasure profit gain	D
To me life is but pain	D
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My flock now resting there how happy thou	B
That knowest not I think thy misery	X
O how I envy thee	X
Not only that from suffering	N2
Thou seemingly art free	X
That every trouble every loss	X
Each sudden fear thou canst so soon forget	W2
But more because thou sufferest	W2
No weariness of mind	W2
When in the shade upon the grass reclined	W2
Thou seemest happy and content	W2
And great part of the year by thee	X
In sweet release from care is spent	W2
But when I sit upon the grass	X
And in the friendly shade upon my mind	W2
A weight I feel a sense of weariness	X
That as I sit doth still increase	X
And rob me of all rest and peace	X
And yet I wish for nought	W2
And have till now no reason to complain	D
What joy how much I cannot say	F2
But thou some pleasure dost obtain	D
My joys are few enough	X2
But not for that do I lament	W2
Ah couldst thou speak I would inquire	Y2
Tell me dear flock the reason why	R2
Each weary breast can rest at ease	X
While all things round him seem to please	X
And yet if I lie down to rest	W2
I am by anxious thoughts oppressed	W2
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Perhaps if I had wings	X
Above the clouds to fly	R2
And could the stars all number one by one	Z2
Or like the lightning leap from rock to rock	A3
I might be happier my dear flock	A3
I might be happier gentle moon	A
Perhaps my thought still wanders from the truth	B3
When I at others' fortunes look	C3
Perhaps in every state beneath the sun	Z2
Or high or low in cradle or in stall	B2
The day of birth is fatal to us all	B2

Count Giacomo Leopardi

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