Umbria Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBDEDEDBDFFGHGHIG IHHGHGAGGJJGGAA| Deep Italian day with a wide washed splendour fills | A |
| Umbria green with valleys blue with a hundred hills | A |
| Dim in the south Soracte a far rock faint as a cloud | B |
| Rumours Rome that of old spoke over earth Thou art mine '' | C |
| Mountain shouldering mountain circles us forest browed | B |
| Heaped upon each horizon in fair uneven line | D |
| And white as on builded altars tipped with a vestal flame | E |
| City on city afar from the thrones of the mountains shine | D |
| Kindling for us that name them many a memoried fame | E |
| Out of the murmuring ages flushing the heart like wine | D |
| Pilgrim desired Assisi is there Spoleto proud | B |
| With Rome's imperial arches with hanging woods divine | D |
| Monte Falco hovers above the hazy vale | F |
| Of sweet Clitumnus loitering under poplars pale | F |
| O'er Foligno Trevi clings upon Apennine | G |
| And over this Umbrian earth from where with bright snow spread | H |
| Towers abrupt Leonessa huge like a dragon's chine | G |
| To western Ammiata's mist apparelled head | H |
| Ammiata that sailors watch on wide Tyrrhenian waves | I |
| Lie in the jealous gloom of cold and secret shrine | G |
| Or Gorgon sculptured chamber hewn in old rock caves | I |
| Hiding their dreams from the light the austere Etruscan dead | H |
| O lone forests of oak and little cyclamens red | H |
| Flowering under shadowy silent boughs benign | G |
| Streams that wander beneath us over a pebbly bed | H |
| Hedges of dewy hawthorn and wild woodbine | G |
| Now as the eastern ranges flush and the high air chills | A |
| Blurring meadowy vale blackening heaths of pine | G |
| Now as in distant Todi loftily towered a sign | G |
| To wearying travellers lights o'er hollow Tiber gleam | J |
| Now our voices are stilled and our eyes are given to a dream | J |
| As night upbringing o'er us the ancient stars anew | G |
| Stars that triumphing Caesar and tender Francis knew | G |
| With fancied voices mild august immortal fills | A |
| Umbria dim with valleys dark with a hundred hills | A |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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