Addio Teresa,
Teresa, addio!
Piacendo a Dio
Ti rivedro.
Non pianger bella,
Non pianger, No!--
Che al mio ritorno
Ti sposero.
Il Capitano
Mi chiama a bordo;
Io faccio il sordo
Per non partir!
Addio Teresa,
Teresa, Addio!
Piacendo a Dio
Ti rivedro.
Non pianger bella,
Non pianger, No!--
Che al mio ritorno
Ti sposero.
Vado a levante
Vado a ponente
Se trovo gente
Ti scrivero.
Addio Teresa,
Teresa, Addio;
Piacendo a Dio
Ti rivedro.
Non pianger bella,
Non pianger, No!--
Che al mio ritorno
Ti sposero.
Helen had reached the concluding cadence of her soft and melancholy
song, when raising her eyes from the strings to her still sleeping
husband, she beheld with panic-struck and breathless amazement, a
female figure, standing opposite resting her hand on the back of his
chair--silent, and motionless, and with fixed and glassy eyes gazing
mournfully on herself. She saw--yes!--distinctly saw, as described
by little Hugh, "a Lady in rich attire, but pale, very pale;" and in
the stillness and gloom of the apartment and the hour,
"'Twas frightful there to see
A lady richly clad as she,
Beautiful exceedingly."
The paleness of that pensive face did not lessen its loveliness, and
the hair which hung in bright curls on her shoulders and gorgeous
apparel, was white and glossy as silver.
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