Poem: Italia
Poem: Italia
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen
Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Because rich gold in every town is seen,
And on thy sapphire-lake in tossing pride
Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
VENICE.