Yet slumber toward dawn, and in a dream

  The form of her Rogero seems to view.

  The vision cries: "Why vex yourself, and deem

  Things real which are hollow and untrue?

  Backwards shall sooner flow the mountainstream

  Than I to other turn my thought from you.

  When you I love not, then unloved by me

  This heart, these apples of mine eyes, will be.