Excerpt from Italy in Arms: And Other Poems Of all my dreams by night and day, One dream will evermore return, The dream of Italy in May; The sky a brimming azure urn Where lights of amber brood and burn; The doves about San Marco's square, The swimming Campanile tower, The giants, hammering out the hour, The palaces, the bright lagoons, The gondolas gliding here and there Upon the tide that sways and swoons. The domes of San Antonio, Where Padua 'mid her mulberry trees Reclines; Adige's crescent flow Beneath Verona 's balconies; Rich Florence of the Medicis; Siena's stairlike streets that climb From hill to bill; Assisi well Remembering the holy spell Of rapt Saint Francis; with her crown Of battlements, embossed by time, Stern old Perugia looking down. Then, mother of great empires. Rome, City of the majestic past, That o'er far leagues of alien foam The shadow of her eagles cast, Imperious still; impending, vast, The Colosseum's curving line; Pillar and arch and colonnade; Saint Peter's consecrated shade, And Hadrian's tomb where Tiber strays; The ruins on the Palatine With all their memories of dead days. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.