You were the storm and I the lofty tower
that dared defy your power;
you had to dash yourself against my wall
or hurl me to my fall, —
it could not be !
You were the ocean, I the firm, grim rock
that e’er withstood your shock ;
you had to root me up or roll and roar
and break upon the shore, —
it could not be !
You, beautiful, were wont to win the field,
I, proud, to never yield ;
narrow the path, the shock none could endure
inevitably sure, —
it could not be !
Tu eri l’uragano e io l’alta torre che sfida il suo potere:
dovevi schiantarti o abbattermi…
Non era possibile!
Tu eri l’oceano e io la eretta roccia
che salda attende il suo ondeggiare:
dovevi rifrangerti o sradicarmi!
Non era possibile!
Bella tu, io altero;
abituati l’una a travolgere, l’altro a non cedere;
il sentiero stretto, inevitabile
lo scontro…
Non era possibile!
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