A song soars from a sordid city street, A boyish treble, wistful, sweet and clear. Why should I hush a burdened heart to hear? -- @3Wild poppies flame and flaunt in golden wheat; Brown Tuscan hills lie quivering in the heat; Far Apennines their snow-lashed summits rear; In Venice trolls a red-sashed gondolier.@1 A song? -- Italia blossoms at my feet! @3Clinging Sorrento shines across the blue; The Piedmont heights are wrapt in purple haze; White oxen plough the wounded Umbrian plain; Virgilian pastures glint with diamond dew; And, far above, fired with the sunset rays, Assisi lifts her towers to heaven again.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA LOUIS XV by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE FLOWERS OF ETERNITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |