The Sea

From out my window I behold the sea:
the stars are moving on, the waves are trembling.
I see the passing stars, the passing waves:
a flash calls from the sky, a sea-throb answers.

And lo! the water sighs, soft breathes the wind:
over the sea comes a fair bridge of silver.

O bridge, thrown out across the lakes serene,
for whom, then, art thou made, and whither leadest?
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Giovanni Pascoli
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