A friend in Venice shared a poem translated from Italian into English, but the poet remains anonymous.

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Go now my love, goodbye now, 

I know you’ve stayed too long, for 

The morning bell has rung, and 

It seems to me it’s day. 

Go now my love, goodbye now, 

So they will not find you 

In such sweet concealment 

As this place where we lie. 

Kiss me now, my sweetheart, 

Make it a swift parting, 

Look to your returning, 

With lovers’ loyalty, 

So through constant trials 

Our love may be new love 

And we’ll never meet with 

Wicked jealousy. 

Go now, my love, goodbye now, 

Go now from me swiftly, 

All your things are ready, 

I’ve arranged them so.