YOU by the Arno shape your marble dream, Under the cypress and the olive trees, While I, this side the wild, wind-beaten seas, Unrestful by the Charles's placid stream, Long once again to catch the golden gleam Of Brunelleschi's dome, and lounge at ease In those pleached gardens and fair galleries. And yet, perhaps, you envy me, and deem My star the happier, since it holds me here. Even so, one time, beneath the cypresses My heart turned longingly across the sea, Aching with love for thee, New England dear! And I'd have given all Titian's goddesses For one poor cowslip or anemone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |