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I	A
Lately when we wished good bye	A
Underneath a gloomy sky	A
Bear '' you said my love in mind	B
Leaving me not quite behind	B
And across the mountains send	C
News and greeting to your friend ''	D
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II	A
Swiftly though we did advance	E
Through the rich flat fields of France	E
Still the eye grew tired to see	F
Patches of equality	F
Nothing wanton waste or wild	G
Women delving lonely child	G
Tending cattle lank and lean	H
Not a hedgerow to be seen	H
Where the eglantine may ramble	I
Or the vagrant unkempt bramble	I
Might its flowers upon you press	J
Simple sweet but profitless	J
Jealous ditches straight and square	K
Sordid comfort everywhere	K
Pollard poplars stunted vine	L
Nowhere happy pasturing kine	L
Wandering in untended groups	J
Through the uncut buttercups	J
All things pruned to pile the shelf	M
Nothing left to be itself	M
Neither horn nor hound nor stirrup	N
Not a carol not a chirrup	N
Every idle sound repressed	O
Like a Sabbath without rest	O
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III	A
O the sense of freedom when	L
Kingly mountains rose again	L
Congregated but alone	L
Each upon his separate throne	L
Like to mighty minds that dwell	P
Lonely inaccessible	I
High above the human race	J
Single and supreme in space	J
Soaring higher higher higher	Q
Carrying with them our desire	Q
Irrepressible if fond	R
To push on to worlds beyond	R
Many a peak august I saw	J
Crowned with mist and girt with awe	S
Fertilising as is fit	T
Valleys that look up to it	T
With the melted snows down driven	L
Which itself received from Heaven	L
Then to see the torrents flashing	U
Leaping twisting foaming crashing	U
Like a youth who feels at length	V
Freedom ample as his strength	V
Hurrying from the home that bore him	W
With the whole of life before him	W
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IV	M
As when summer sunshine gleams	J
Glaciers soften into streams	J
So to liquid flowing vowels	J
As we pierced the mountains' bowels	J
Teuton consonants did melt	X
When Italian warmth was felt	X
Gloomy fir and pine austere	Y
Unto precipices sheer	Y
Clinging as one holds one's breath	Z
Half way betwixt life and death	Z
Changed to gently shelving slope	N
Where man tills with faith and hope	N
And the tenderest tendrilled tree	F
Prospers in security	F
Softer outlines balmier air	K
Belfries unto evening prayer	K
Calling as the shadows fade	A2
Halting crone and hurrying maid	A2
With her bare black tresses twined	B
Into massive coils behind	B
And her snowy pleated vest	O
Folded o'er mysterious breast	O
Like the dove's wings chastely crossed	B2
At the Feast of Pentecost	B2
Something in scent sight and sound	C2
Elsewhere craved for never found	C2
Underneath around above	M
Moves to tenderness and love	M
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V	F
But three nights I halted where	K
Stands the temple vowed to prayer	K
That surmounts the Lombard plain	L
Green with strips of grape and grain	L
There Spiaggiascura's child	G
By too hopeful love beguiled	G
Yet resolved save faith should flow	D2
Through his parched heart to forego	D2
Earthly bliss for heavenly pain	L
Prayed for Godfrid prayed in vain	L
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VI	M
How looked Florence Fair as when	L
Beatrice was nearly ten	L
Nowise altered just the same	E2
Marble city mountain frame	E2
Turbid river cloudless sky	M
As in days when you and I	M
Roamed its sunny streets apart	F2
Ignorant of each other's heart	F2
Little knowing that our feet	G2
Slow were moving on to meet	G2
And that we should find at last	H2
Kinship in a common Past	H2
But a shadow falls athwart	I2
All her beauty all her art	F2
For alas I vainly seek	J2
Outstretched hand and kindling cheek	J2
Such as in the bygone days	J
Sweetened sanctified her ways	J
When as evening belfries chime	K2
I to Bellosguardo climb	K2
Vaguely thinking there to find	B
Faces that still haunt my mind	B
Though the doors stand open wide	L2
No one waits for me inside	L2
Not a voice comes forth to greet	G2
As of old my nearing feet	G2
So I stand without and stare	K
Wishing you were here to share	K
Void too vast alone to bear	K
To Ricorboli I wend	C
But where now the dear old friend	C
Heart as open as his gate	M2
Song and jest and simple state	M2
They who loved me all are fled	N2
Some are gone and some are dead	N2
So though young and lovely be	F
Florence still it feels to me	F
Thinking of the days that were	Q
Like a marble sepulchre	Q
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VII	M
Yet thank Heaven he liveth still	O2
Now no more upon the hill	O2
Where was perched his Tuscan home	P2
But in liberated Rome	P2
Hale as ever still his stride	L2
Keeps me panting at his side	L2
Would that you were here to stray	Q
With me up the Appian Way	Q
Climb with me the Coelian mount	Q2
With me find Egeria's fount	Q2
See the clear sun sink and set	Q2
From the Pincian parapet	Q2
Or from Sant' Onofrio watch	R2
Shaggy Monte Cavo catch	S2
Gloomy glory on its face	J
As the red dawn mounts apace	J
Twenty years and more have fled	Q2
Since I first with youthful tread	Q2
Wandered 'mong these wrecks of Fate	Q2
Lonely but not desolate	Q2
Proud to ponder and to brood	Q2
Satisfied with solitude	Q2
But as fruit that hard in Spring	U
Tender grows with mellowing	U
So one's nature year by year	Q
Softens as it ripens dear	Q
And youth's selfish strain and stress	J
Sweeten into tenderness	J
Therefore is it that I pine	L
For a gentle hand in mine	L
For a voice to murmur clear	Q
All I know but love to hear	Q
Crave to feel think hear and see	F
Through your lucid sympathy	F
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VIII	M
Shortly shortly we shall meet	Q2
Southern skies awhile are sweet	Q2
But in whatso land I roam	P2
Half my heart remains at home	P2
Tell me for I long to hear	Q
Tidings of our English year	Q
Was the cuckoo soon or late	Q2
Beg the primroses to wait	Q2
That their homely smile may greet	Q2
Faithfully returning feet	Q2
Have the apple blossoms burst	Q2
Is the oak or ash the first	Q2
Are there snowballs on the guelder	Q
Can you scent as yet the elder	Q
On the bankside that we know	D2
Is the golden gorse ablow	O2
Like love's evergreen delight	Q2
Never out of season quite	Q2
But most prodigal in Spring	U
When the whitethroats pair and sing	U
Tell me tell me most of all	O2
When you hear the thrushes call	O2
When you see soft shadows fleeting	U
O'er the grass where lambs are bleating	U
When the lyric lark returning	U
From the mirage of its yearning	U
Like a fountain that in vain	L
Rises but to fall again	L
Seeks its nest with drooping wing	U
Do you miss me from the Spring	U
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IX	F
Quickly then I come Adieu	Q2
Mouldering arch and ether blue	Q2
For in you I sure shall find	Q2
All that here I leave behind	Q2
Steadfastness of Roman rays	F
In the candour of your gaze	F
In your friendship comfort more	Q
Than in warmth of Oscan shore	Q
In the smiles that light your mouth	T2
All the sunshine of the South	T2