Madonna Di Campagna is the name They christened their few hovels and a church, And their small roads cross others in the search For further stones to consecrate her fame; The mountains over mountains now acclaim A hope with which the stars, from dawn to age, Illuminate the skies, from page to page, In scrolls these humans fancy pray with flame! The village has no further roundelays -- The folk are lazier, the atmosphere Weighs drowsily beneath the golden haze: What work have they ahead, whose past lies clear, Except to raise some earth to scatter those Whom the Madonna gathers for repose? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON |