This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1907 Excerpt: ... Perhaps, too, the good monks at the abbey, For a yearling, a little fine gold leaf For the wings and the bosom will give me. MELA O hasten Hasten The time is rip'ning, Longer than day is the night already, From the valley the shades rise more quickly, And unawares they shut down around us. Soon the eye will guide the hand no longer, And unsuccored of art will grope the blind chisel cosma stirs in his sleep and moans. From a distance the sacred songs of pilgrims crossing the mountain are heard. Cosma is dreaming. Who knows what he's dreaming Listen, listen, the songs of the pilgrims Who across the mountain go journeying, May be to Santa Maria della Potenza, Aligi, --toward your own country, --toward Your own home, where your mother is sitting. And may be they will pass by very near, And your mother will hear, and Ornella, Mayhap, and they'll say: "These must be pilgrims Coming down from the place of the shepherds; And yet no loving token is sent us " aligi is bending over his work carving the lower part of the block. Giving a blow with the axe he leaves the iron in the wood and comes forward anxiously. ALIGI Ah Why, why will you touch where the heart is hurting? Oh Mila, I will speed on, overtake their crossbearer And beg him bear onward my loving thoughts with them. And yet, Mila, yet--Oh how shall I say it, Mila? MILA You will say: "O good cross-bearer, I prithee, If ye cross through the valley of San Biagio, Through the countryside called Acquanova, Ask ye there for the house of a woman Who is known as Candia della Leonessa, And stay ye your steps there, for there most surely Drink shall ye have to restore you, and may be Much beside given. Then stay there and say ye: 'Aligi, your son, sends unto you greeting, And to his sisters, and also the bride, ...