Indeed Bobby!
And this song for voice and piano by Beethoven. He elevates a so so poem to sculptural greatness. Massive and tragic.
In questa tomba oscura lasciami riposar;
Quando vivevo, ingrata, dovevi a me pensar,
Lascia che l'ombre ignude godansi pace almen
E non, e non bagnar mie ceneri d'inutile velen.
( by Giuseppe Carpani )
In this dark tomb let me lie;
you should have thought of me when I was alive, you ingrate.
At least leave naked spectres to enjoy their peace
And do not bathe my ashes with futile venom.
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