Toward Maiano Let Me Look Again

Toward Maiano let me look again
Across my narrow plain,
What there to see? an image, nothing more.
Nina, in days of yore,
There listen'd to the warbling of that bird
AVhose voice last night I heard
Just opposite my terrace; it had kept
My heart awake, nor slept
All night itself. . . Maiano, she may claim
The grandest Tuscan name.
Nina of Dante; she it was whose song
Was felt our woods among
Before the mighty Alfieri rose
To blast his country's foes.
Above these olives T shall often see,
Nina! the Shade of thee.