OF our first stay in Italy The memory lasts as long as life; 'Tis like some joyous ecstasy, Of which, though past, our speech is ever rife. A youth ('tis said) the cold north quitted, Meaning one summer to remain; But Rome till old he never quitted, Captive, like Merlin, held by magic chain. Its glorious sun so penetrates, Its art claims faith to such excess, Vision that in the soul creates Th' ideal world which all men's hearts possess. Of our first stay in Italy The memory lasts as long as life; 'Tis like some joyous ecstasy, Of which, though past, our speech is ever rife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA A MOTHER'S ANSWER (2) by LILLIE E. BARR LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT |