Do you see further?
Camilla's first song treats of a dream she has had of that mother.

Our signorina shall not be troubled to favour you with a taste of it, or, by Bacchus and his Indian nymphs, I should speedily behold you jumping like peas in a pan, like trout on a bank! The earth would be hot under you, verily! As I was remarking, or meant to be, Camilla and her husband disagree, having agreed to.

'Tis a plot to deceive Count Orso--aha?
You are acquainted with Count Orso! He is Camilla's antenuptial guardian.

Now you warm to it! In that condition I leave you.

Perhaps my child here will give you a taste of her voice.
The poetry does much upon reflection, but it has to ripen within you--a matter of time.