Fast in feminine confines of the House
Your songs fought hard to reach the open air –
From quiet drawing-rooms and salons fair
To Arno’s banks, where soft sweet winds carouse.
Of Quietude you stayed the loving Spouse
Keeping your keener yearnings from despair;
Playing your well-tuned instrument with care –
Well-tended fire no enmity could douse.
So, like the sighing of a balmy breeze,
Breathe Exile’s sorrow from an exile’s pen;
Your simple litany of love and peace
Fulfilled by gentle passions – then
A calm devotion that needs never cease,
And, finding Pleasure, finding Home again.