NAPLES! where Virgil found his last repose, Where first his lyre the youthful Tasso strung, The sun's low radiance, o'er the waters flung, A golden halo round thy city throws. He sinks—and now each distant mountain glows Like purple drops from its own vintage wrung; Can the wide earth her fairest shores among A scene more lovely to his smile disclose? And Ocean lies submissive at thy feet, Won by thy charms unceasing homage pours, Loath to encroach, and powerless to retreat; His gentle waves, which but in whispers speak, Clinging as though enamour'd of thy shores, Like Love's fond lips to Beauty's witching cheek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WARNING TO TROOPS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SNOW IN APRIL by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SPEAK OF THE NORTH by CHARLOTTE BRONTE FOREBEARANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON VERSES: THE SECOND BOY by JOHN BYROM OUR OLD CENTER-TOWN VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |