A new library of poetry and song: . I .t«_-l CANADA NOT ! Venice, pay wilh color, lights and from St. Marks with ancient voice andstrange:I am the Wilch of Cities! glide along My silver streets that never wcnr by changeor years : forget tlip years, ami |iain, and wrong,Ana every sorrow reigning men Know 1 can soothe thee, please and marry theeTo my illusions. Old and siren strong,I smile immortal, while the mortals fleeWho «hiten on to death in wooing jie At , what more fair by Arnos bridged gleamThan from San Minialos sliA
A new library of poetry and song: . I .t«_-l CANADA NOT ! Venice, pay wilh color, lights and from St. Marks with ancient voice andstrange:I am the Wilch of Cities! glide along My silver streets that never wcnr by changeor years : forget tlip years, ami |iain, and wrong,Ana every sorrow reigning men Know 1 can soothe thee, please and marry theeTo my illusions. Old and siren strong,I smile immortal, while the mortals fleeWho «hiten on to death in wooing jie At , what more fair by Arnos bridged gleamThan from San Minialos sliAt eventide, when west .along llie stream The last of day reflects a silver hope ! —Lo, all else softened in the twilight beam : —Ihe citys mass blent in one hazy cream, The brown Dome midst it, and the Lilv stern Old Tower more near, and hills thatseemAfar, like clouds to fade, and hills of powerOn this side greenly dark with cypress, vineand bower. At Romi:.End of desire to stray I feel would comeThough Italy were all fair skies to me,Though Frances fields went mad wilh floweryfoamAnd HIanc put on a special all could match the growing thought of homeNor tempt to exile. Look I not on Rome — This ancient, modern, medieval queen —Yet still sigh westward over hill and dome,Imperial ruin and villas princely sceneLovely wilh pictured saints and marble godsserene
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