I CANNOT count the years, That you will drink, like me, The cup of blood and tears, Ere she to you appears: -- @3Italia, Italia shall be free!@1 You dedicate your lives To her, and you will be The food on which she thrives, Till her great day arrives: -- @3Italia, Italia shall be free!@1 She asks you but for faith! Your faith in her takes she As draughts of heaven's breath, Amid defeat and death: -- @3Italia, Italia shall be free!@1 I enter the black boat Upon the wide grey sea, Where all her set suns float; Thence hear my voice remote: -- @3Italia, Italia shall be free!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |