PROUD of her clustering spires, her newbuilt towers, Our Venice, stolen from the slumbering sea, A sister's kindliest greeting wafts to thee, Rose of Val d' Arno, queen of all its flowers! Thine exile's shrine thy sorrowing love embowers, Yet none with truer homage bends the knee, Or stronger pledge of fealty brings, than we, Whose poets make thy dead Immortal ours. Lonely the height, but ah, to heaven how near! Dante, whence flowed that solemn verse of thine Like the stern river from its Apennine Whose name the far-off Scythian thrilled with fear: Now to all lands thy deep-toned voice is dear, And every language knows the Song Divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON OUT OF THE SHADOW by MARGARET FAIRLESS BARBER POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE |