Vignettes Overseas: Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio

The fountain shivers lightly in the rain,

The laurels drip, the fading roses fall,

The marble satyr plays a mournful strain

That leaves the rainy fragrance musical.

Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree,

Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me,

Then would I still my soul and for an hour

Change to a laurel in the glancing shower.