TESTO DEL LIED

"Araby"
di Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)

"Dark-browed Sailor, tell me now,
Where, where is Araby?
The tide's aflow, the wind ablow,
'Tis I who pine for Araby."
"Master, she her spices showers
O'er nine-and-ninety leagues of sea;
The laden air breathes faint and rare -
Dreams on far-distant Araby."
"Oh, but Sailor, tell me true;
'Twas Man who mapped this Araby;
Though dangers brew, let me and you
Embark this night for Araby..."
Wails the wind from star to star;
Rock the loud waves their dirge: and see!
Through foam and wrack, a boat drifts back:
Ah, heart-beguiling Araby!