He saw nature--he saw books through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam--of the landscape before us; of the weather round us--and impressing by sound on his ear what light could no longer stamp on his eye.
Per mezzo mio vedeva e leggeva. Non mi stancavo mai di dipingergli i campi, i fiumi, le città, gli alberi, le nubi, i raggi del sole sui paesaggi e di dargli, con la parola quelle impressioni che gli occhi gli negavano.