I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain's heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some great prize had earned: And musing on the story of thy fame I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned, The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair, And in the orchards every twining spray Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam: But when I knew that far away at Rome In evil bonds a second Peter lay, I wept to see the land so very fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 1. ASHES TO ASHES by BERTON BRALEY IN GOD'S ACRE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE CARTER by EDWARD CARPENTER |