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City acclaimed from far off days	A
Fair and baptized in field of flowers	B
Once more I scan with eager gaze	A
Your soaring domes your storied towers	B
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Nigh on eight lustres now have flown	C
Since first with trembling heart I came	D
And girdled by your mountain zone	C
Found you yet fairer than your fame	D
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It was the season purple sweet	E
When figs are plucked and grapes are pressed	F
And all your folk with following feet	E
Bore a dead Poet to sacred rest	F
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You seemed to fling your gates ajar	G
And gently lead me by the hand	H
Saying Behold henceforth you are	G
No stranger in this Tuscan land ''	-
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And though no love my love can wean	I
From Albion's crags and cradling sea	J
You Florence since that hour have been	K
More than a foster nurse to me	J
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And seems that welcome half profaned	H
If in your lap lain oft and long	L
I cherish to have something drained	H
Of Dante's soul and Petrarch's song	L
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But more than even Muse can give	M
Is Love which songless though we be	J
While the unloving jarring live	N
Makes life one long sweet melody	J
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And you with love and friendship still	O
Have teemed as teem your hills with wine	P
And through the seasons good or ill	O
Have made their mellow vintage mine	P
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But most while Fancy yet was young	Q
Yet timely cared no more to roam	R
You lent your tender Tuscan tongue	Q
To help me in my English home	R
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So now from soft Sicilian shore	S
And Tiber's sterner tide I bring	T
My Autumn sheaves to share once more	S
The rapture of your rainbow Spring	T
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I lingering in your palaced town	U
Asudden 'neath some beetling pile	V
Catch sight of Dante's awful frown	U
Or Vinci's enigmatic smile	V
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Then following olden footsteps stroll	W
To where from May day's mocking pyre	X
Savonarola's tortured soul	W
Went up to Heaven in tongues of fire	X
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Or Buonarroti's godlike hand	H
Made marble block from Massa's steep	Y
Dawn into Day at his command	H
Or plunged it into Night and Sleep	Y
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Onward I pass through radiant squares	Z
And widening ways whose foliage shames	A2
Our leafless streets to one that bears	Z
The best beloved of English names	A2
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And climb the white veiled slopes arrayed	H
In bridal bloom of peach and pear	B2
While 'neath the olive's phantom shade	H
Lupine and beanflower scent the air	B2
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The wild bees hum round golden bay	C2
The green frog sings on fig tree bole	W
And see down daisy whitened way	C2
Come the slow steers and swaying pole	W
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The fresh pruned vine stems curving bend	H
Over the peaceful wheaten spears	D2
And with the glittering sunshine blend	H
Their transitory April tears	Z
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O'er wall and trellis trailed and wound	H
Hang roses blushing roses pale	E2
And hark what was that silvery sound	H
The first note of the nightingale	E2
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Curtained I close my lids and dream	F2
Of Beauty seen not but surmised	H
And lulled by scent and song I seem	F2
Immortally imparadised	H
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When from the deep sweet swoon I wake	G2
And gaze past slopes of grape and grain	H2
Where Arno like some lonely lake	G2
Silvers the far off seaward plain	H2
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I see celestial sunset fires	B
That lift us from this earthly leaven	I2
And darkly silent cypress spires	J2
Pointing the way from hill to Heaven	I2
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Then something more than mortal steals	K2
Over the wavering twilight air	B2
And messenger of nightfall peals	K2
From each crowned peak a call to prayer	B2
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And now the last meek prayer is said	H
And in the hallowed hush there is	K2
Only a starry dome o'erhead	H
Propped by columnar cypresses	K2

Alfred Austin

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