112 Where bells no more affright the morn [Italian translation]

Where bells no more affright the morn -

Where scrabble never comes -

Where very nimble Gentlemen

Are forced to keep their rooms -

Where tired Children placid sleep

Thro' Centuries of noon

This place is Bliss - this town is Heaven -

Please, Pater, pretty soon!

"Oh could we climb where Moses stood,

And view the Landscape o'er"

Not Father's bells - nor Factories,

Could scare us any more!

• Artist:Emily Dickinson