O Bella Bionda, Sei Come L'Onda! Of Cool Sweet Dew And Radiance Mild The Moon A Web Of Silence Weaves In The Still Garden Where A Child Gathers The Simple Salad Leaves. A Moondew Stars Her Hanging Hair And Moonlight Kisses Her Young Brow And, Gathering, She Sings An Air: Fair As The Wave Is, Fair, Art Thou! Be Mine, I Pray, A Waxen Ear To Shield Me From Her Childish Croon And Mine A Shielded Heart For Her Who Gathers Simples Of The Moon.