Category: Poetry
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voi...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? Does there a spirit we know not, though seek, though we find...
3. Chapter 3Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the Vatican Walls, Yet may we go, and recline, while a whole mighty world s...
1. Chapter 1Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time...
5. Chapter 5There is a city, upbuilt on the quays of the turbulent Arno, Under Fiesole's heights,--thither are we to return? There is a city that fringes the curve of the inflowing waters,...
4. Chapter 4Eastward, or Northward, or West? I wander and ask as I wander; Weary, yet eager and sure, Where shall I come to my love? Whitherward hasten to seek her? Ye daughters of Italy, t...