Las codiciadas ciudades-estado italianas recibirán con majestuosa bienvenida la llegada del nuevo conquistador.
Un emperador debe alzarse;
y la primavera y las flores sonríen en mi camino.
"Brown bulbs were buried deep
Now, from kind old earth,
Out of winter's sleep,
Comes a new birth.
Flowers on stems that sway;
Flowers of snow white;
Flowers as sweet as day
After the night"
