VOICES from the mountains speak, Apennines to Alps reply; Vale to vale and peak to peak Toss an old-remembered cry: "Italy Shall be free!" Such the mighty shout that fills All the passes of her hills. All the old Italian lakes Quiver at that quickening word; Como with a thrill awakes; Garda to her depths is stirred; Mid the steeps Where he sleeps, Dreaming of the elder years, Startled Thrasymenus hears. Sweeping Arno, swelling Po, Murmur freedom to their meads. Tiber swift and Liris slow Send strange whispers from their reeds. "Italy Shall be free!" Sing the glittering brooks that slide, Toward the sea, from Etna's side. Long ago was Gracchus slain; Brutus perished long ago; Yet the living roots remain Whence the shoots of greatness grow; Yet again, Godlike men, Sprung from that heroic stem, Call the land to rise with them. They who haunt the swarming street, They who chase the mountain-boar, Or, where cliff and billow meet, Prune the vine or pull the oar, With a stroke Break their yoke; Slaves but yestereve were they Freemen with the dawning day. Looking in his children's eyes, While his own with gladness flash, "These," the Umbrian father cries, "Ne'er shall crouch beneath the lash! These shall ne'er Brook to wear Chains whose cruel links are twined Round the crushed and withering mind." Monarchs! ye whose armies stand Harnessed for the battle-field! Pause, and from the lifted hand Drop the bolts of war ye wield. Stand aloof While the proof Of the people's might is given; Leave their kings to them and Heaven! Stand aloof, and see the oppressed Chase the oppressor, pale with fear, As the fresh winds of the west Blow the misty valleys clear. Stand and see Italy Cast the gyves she wears no more To the gulfs that steep her shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT ST. BEE'S HEAD by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES TO MRS. KEMBLE, IN THE CHARACTER OF YARICO by ROBERT BURNS |