July 1831.

The Wish
Bear me, ye winds, from this dull town away
To scenes that glow beneath a brighter ray.
Place me among the groves of Cipignano,
Give me to rove the flowery vale of Cano,
Or rather bear me to the Melcian shade,
And where Divisi crowns the verdant glade!
Fain would I listen to the thrush’s song
Fair Lecamo! thy sylvan paths among,
And see the last expiring beam of day
Gild as it sinks Leccocchio’s turrets gray.