Original (English)

I   Come, quando i vapori umidi e spessi   A diradar cominciansi, la spera   Del sol debilemente entra per essi….                                          Purgatorio, xvii. From behind the house rises the murmuring of the river. All day long the rain has been beating against the window-panes; a stream of water trickles down the window at the corner where it is broken. The yellowish light of the day dies down. The room is dim and dull. The new-born child stirs in his cradle