C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

To an Impromptu of Chopin

By Gabriele D’Annunzio (1863–1938)

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.

- GENERAL INDEX - SONGS & LYRICS - QUICK INDEX - BIOGRAPHIES - READER’S DIGEST - STUDENT’S COURSE - PORTRAITS - BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD