上海龙凤shlf最新地址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.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And here I set my face towards home,

For all my pilgrimage is done,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun

Marshals the way to Holy Rome.

O Blessed Lady, who dost hold

Upon the seven hills thy reign!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Mother without blot or stain,

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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址That leads unto thy sacred street.

II.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To kneel again at Fiesole!

And wandering through the tangled pines

That break the gold of Arno's stream,

To see the purple mist and gleam

Of morning on the Apennines

By many a vineyard-hidden home,

Orchard and olive-garden grey,

Till from the drear Campagna's way

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The seven hills bear up the dome!

III.

A pilgrim from the northern seas -

What joy for me to seek alone

The wondrous temple and the throne

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.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O joy to see before I die

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The only God-anointed king,

And hear the silver trumpets ring

A triumph as he passes by!

Or at the brazen-pillared shrine

Holds high the mystic sacrifice,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And shows his God to human eyes

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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

May free my heart from all its fears,

And teach my lips a song to sing.

Before yon field of trembling gold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is garnered into dusty sheaves,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves

Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And caught the torch while yet aflame,

And called upon the holy name

Of Him who now doth hide His face.

ARONA.