Crossing the Tuscan Maremma
Sweet country, whose wild loveliness sank deep
Into my being, inspired my proud free song,
Gave me a heart, where hate and love ne'er sleep,
One glimpse of thee — again my pulse beats strong.
The hills, that still their wonted outline keep,
I recognise again; the dreams, that long
Ago I dreamed, bid me half smile, half weep;
And youth's enchanted visions about me throng.
Ah, all I dreamed and all I loved was vain!
Run as I might, I never reached the goal:
And I shall fall to-morrow; yet once again
The clouds that o'er thy distant hill-tops roll,
Thy fields that glisten through the morning rain,
Whisper of peace unto my storm-tossed soul.
Into my being, inspired my proud free song,
Gave me a heart, where hate and love ne'er sleep,
One glimpse of thee — again my pulse beats strong.
The hills, that still their wonted outline keep,
I recognise again; the dreams, that long
Ago I dreamed, bid me half smile, half weep;
And youth's enchanted visions about me throng.
Ah, all I dreamed and all I loved was vain!
Run as I might, I never reached the goal:
And I shall fall to-morrow; yet once again
The clouds that o'er thy distant hill-tops roll,
Thy fields that glisten through the morning rain,
Whisper of peace unto my storm-tossed soul.
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