A haunted town thou art to me. Andrew Lang. TO-DAY in Florence all the air Is soft with spring, with sunlight fair ; In the tall street gay folks are met ; Duomo and Tower gleam overhead, Like jewels in the city set, Fair-hued and many-faceted. Against the old grey stones are piled February violets, pale and sweet, Whose scent of earth in woodland wild Is wafted up and down the street. The city's heart is glad ; my own Sits lightly on its bosom's throne. Why is it that I see to-day, Imaged as clear as in a dream, A little city far away, A churlish sky, a sluggish stream, Tall clust'ring trees and gardens fair, Dark birds that circle in the air, Grey towers and fanes ; on either hand, Stretches of wind-swept meadow-land ? Oh, who can sound the human breast ? And this strange truth must be confessed ; That city do I love the best Wherein my heart was heaviest ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MARIE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |