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That second time they hunted me	A
From hill to plain from shore to sea	A
And Austria hounding far and wide	B
Her blood hounds through the countryside	B
Breathed hot and instant on my trace	C
I made six days a hiding place	C
Of that dry green old aqueduct	D
Where I and Charles when boys have plucked	D
The fire flies from the roof above	E
Bright creeping throuoh the moss they love	E
How long it seems since Charles was lost	F
Six days the soldiers crossed and crossed	F
The country in my very sight	G
And when that peril ceased at night	G
The sky broke out in red dismay	H
With signal fires well there I lay	H
Close covered o'er in my recess	I
Up to the neck in ferns and cress	I
Thinking on Metternich our friend	J
And Charles's miserable end	J
And much beside two days the third	K
Hunger o'ercame me when I heard	K
The peasants from the village go	L
To work among the maize you know	L
With us in Lombardy they bring	M
Provisions packed on mules a string	M
With little bells that cheer their task	N
And casks and boughs on every cask	N
To keep the sun's heat from the wine	O
These I let pass in jingling line	O
And close on them dear noisy crew	P
The peasants from the village too	P
For at the very rear would troop	Q
Their wives and sisters in a group	Q
To help I knew when these had passed	R
I threw my glove to strike the last	R
Taking the chance she did not start	S
Much less cry out but stooped apart	S
One instant rapidly glanced round	T
And saw me beckon from the ground	T
A wild bush grows and hides my crypt	U
She picked my glove up while she stripped	U
A branch off then rejoined the rest	V
With that my glove lay in her breast	V
Then I drew breath they disappeared	W
It was for Italy I feared	W
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An hour and she returned alone	X
Exactly where my glove was thrown	X
Meanwhile come many thoughts on me	A
Rested the hopes of Italy	A
I had devised a certain tale	Y
Which when 'twas told her could not fail	Y
Persuade a peasant of its truth	Z
I meant to call a freak of youth	Z
This hiding and give hopes of pay	H
And no temptation to betray	H
But when I saw that woman's face	C
Its calm simplicity of grace	C
Our Italy's own attitude	A2
In which she walked thus far and stood	B2
Planting each naked foot so firm	C2
To crush the snake and spare the worm	C2
At first sight of her eyes I said	D2
I am that man upon whose head	D2
They fix the price because I hate	E2
The Austrians over us the State	E2
Will give you gold oh gold so much	F2
If you betray me to their clutch	F2
And be your death for aught I know	L
If once they find you saved their foe	L
Now you must bring me food and drink	G2
And also paper pen and ink	G2
And carry safe what I shall write	G
To Padua which you'll reach at night	G
Before the Duomo shuts go in	H2
And wait till Tenebrae begin	H2
Walk to the Third Confessional	I2
Between the pillar and the wall	J2
And Kneeling whisper whence comes peace	K2
Say it a second time then cease	K2
And if the voice inside returns	L2
From Christ and Freedom what concerns	L2
The cause of Peace for answer slip	M2
My letter where you placed your lip	M2
Then come back happy we have done	N2
Our mother service I the son	N2
As you daughter of our land	O2
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Three mornings more she took her stand	O2
In the same place with the same eyes	P2
I was no surer of sunrise	P2
Than of her coming we conferred	K
Of her own prospects and I heard	K
She had a lover stout and tall	J2
She said then let her eyelids fall	J2
He could do much as if some doubt	Q2
Entered her heart then passing out	Q2
She could not speak for others who	P
Had other thoughts herself she knew	P
And so she brought me drink and food	A2
After four days the scouts pursued	A2
Another path at last arrived	R2
The help my Paduan friends contrived	R2
To furnish me she brought the news	S2
For the first time I could not choose	S2
But kiss her hand and lay my own	X
Upon her head This faith was shown	X
To Italy our mother she	A
Uses my hand and blesses thee	A
She followed down to the seashore	T2
I left and never saw her more	T2
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How very long since I have thought	U2
Concerning much less wished for aught	U2
Beside the good of Italy	A
For which I live and mean to die	U2
I never was in love and since	V2
Charles proved false nothing could convince	V2
My inmost heart I had a friend	U2
However if I pleased to spend	U2
Real wishes on myself say Three	A
I know at least what one should be	A
I would grasp Metternich until	W2
I felt his red wet throat distil	W2
In blood through these two hands and next	U2
Nor much for that am I perplexed	U2
Charles perjured traitor for his part	U2
Should die slow of a broken heart	U2
Under his new employers last	U2
Ah there what should I wish For fast	U2
Do I grow old and out of strength	X2
If I resolved to seek at length	X2
My father's house again how scared	U2
They all would look and unprepared	U2
My brothers live in Austria's pay	H
Disowned me long ago men say	H
And all my early mates who used	U2
To praise me so perhaps induced	U2
More than one early step of mine	O
Are turning wise while some opine	O
Freedom grows License some suspect	U2
Haste breeds Delay and recollect	U2
They always said such premature	Y2
Beginnings never could endure	Y2
So with a sullen All's for best	U2
The land seems settling to its rest	U2
I think then I should wish to stand	U2
This evening in that dear lost land	U2
Over the sea the thousand miles	Z2
And know if yet that woman smiles	Z2
With the calm smile some little farm	A3
She lives in there no doubt what harm	A3
If I sate on the door side bench	B3
And while her spindle made a trench	B3
Fantastically in the dust	U2
Inquired of all her fortunes just	U2
Her children's ages and their names	C3
And what may be the husband's aims	C3
For each of them I'd talk this out	U2
And sit there for and hour about	U2
Then kiss her hand once more and lay	H
Mine on her head and go my way	H
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So much for idle wishing how	D3
It steals the time To business now	D3

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