Poem: Rome Unvisited

I.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The corn has turned from grey to red,

Since first my spirit wandered forth

From the drear cities of the north,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And to Italia's mountains fled.

And here I set my face towards home,

For all my pilgrimage is done,

Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Marshals the way to Holy Rome.

O Blessed Lady, who dost hold

Upon the seven hills thy reign!

O Mother without blot or stain,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold!

O Roma, Roma, at thy feet

I lay this barren gift of song!

For, ah! the way is steep and long

That leads unto thy sacred street.

II.

And yet what joy it were for me

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To turn my feet unto the south,

And journeying towards the Tiber mouth

To kneel again at Fiesole!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And wandering through the tangled pines

That break the gold of Arno's stream,

To see the purple mist and gleam

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of morning on the Apennines

By many a vineyard-hidden home,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Orchard and olive-garden grey,

Till from the drear Campagna's way

The seven hills bear up the dome!

III.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址A pilgrim from the northern seas -

What joy for me to seek alone

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The wondrous temple and the throne

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of him who holds the awful keys!

When, bright with purple and with gold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Come priest and holy cardinal,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And borne above the heads of all

The gentle Shepherd of the Fold.

O joy to see before I die

The only God-anointed king,

And hear the silver trumpets ring

上海龙凤shlf最新地址A triumph as he passes by!

Or at the brazen-pillared shrine

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Holds high the mystic sacrifice,

And shows his God to human eyes

Beneath the veil of bread and wine.

IV.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For lo, what changes time can bring!

The cycles of revolving years

上海龙凤shlf最新地址May free my heart from all its fears,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And teach my lips a song to sing.

Before yon field of trembling gold

Is garnered into dusty sheaves,

Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,

And caught the torch while yet aflame,

And called upon the holy name

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of Him who now doth hide His face.

ARONA.