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To an Impromptu of Chopin

By Gabriele D’Annunzio (1863–1938)

From ‘The Triumph of Death’

WHEN thou upon my breast art sleeping,

I hear across the midnight gray—

I hear the muffled note of weeping,

So near—so sad—so far away!

All night I hear the teardrops falling—

Each drop by drop—my heart must weep;

I hear the falling blood-drops—lonely,

Whilst thou dost sleep—whilst thou dost sleep.