Veniero monologue (Act 2) — Poems, translated and original

Set down the lamp--there--where its beams may pierce Farthest into the gloom. ‘Alack, the rays ‘Faint ere they half can journey to these walls, ‘Though sooth, they are not spacious.’--You have orders, Remember, to admit my child. Retire. [_Exit_ BELTRAMO. A dark dawn, truly, for the gorgeous day That waits upon my fortunes; but its noon Will shine the brighter. Can he fail me now? I scarce would trust his plighted word alone! But, were it not that breath of mine could blow His fabric of ambition to the winds, I’ve yet another hold; he loves the girl Whose fair young hand must bind this wreath of glory Around her brows and mine.--She is here. This hour Improved, shall win us all.